Jing Yuan was unwilling to trust this man named Luocha.
He even suspected that his master, Jingliu, might have been deceived by this man.
And now this man wanted to deceive the entire Xianzhou Alliance?
He feared that if Abundance truly fell, the greatest beneficiary would be neither the Xianzhou nor Nanook, the Aeon of Destruction, but the strange man before him.
Out of caution, Jing Yuan never gave a definite answer, much to Jingliu's disappointment.
Though they had once been master and disciple, one was now a Xianzhou general, while the other was a prisoner.
The conversation in the Main Hall drew to a close.
Jing Yuan was about to take Jingliu and Luocha, the two serious offenders, away.
At that moment, Blade, who had remained silent all this time, finally spoke:
"Jingliu!"
Watching Jingliu as she was about to leave, he said slowly:
"You still owe me a reward."
"I can't help you." Jingliu shook her head. "It would do nothing but give you more wounds. How could a mortal sword kill your undying body? The Slave of Destiny told you that too, didn't he?"
"Elio did say that." Blade stared straight at Jingliu. "But you still owe me this strike. It's the reward you promised me!"
He clung stubbornly to that point, refusing to budge.
Most artisans at the Artisanship Commission had this peculiar temperament.
At work, it meant exacting quality standards and meticulous attention to detail.
But in dealing with others, it came across as rather obstinate.
Jingliu shook her head and said:
"When I taught you swordsmanship, I told you I would never strike someone who had lost all desire to live and merely offered up his neck..."
Blade refused to give up. Instead, he said coldly:
"Then let me repay you for that lesson