Meng Qi's face darkened as he stared straight at him.
The snow-bright sword tip sent a chill drilling through his skin and deep into his brow.
A coldness spread through his entire body.
Leng Tieya withdrew his longsword and sheathed it with a graceful flourish. Cupping his fists, he smiled. "Young Master Meng, I concede."
"Leng Family's Nine Swords?" Meng Qi asked.
Leng Tieya smiled. "You flatter me. My talent is shallow, and my training is still far from sufficient."
"Hypocrite!" Meng Qi spat out the two words, then said coldly, "I will honor my promise. You may visit the Meng Family to view the book at any time!"
Leng Tieya said, "If I go to the Meng Family, won't the Meng Family simply set an urn trap for a turtle and seize the Soul Suppression Seal outright?"
"The Meng Family is not as despicable as you imagine."
"When it concerns a devil artifact, what does despicable or not despicable matter?"
"If you do not dare go, you cannot blame me for breaking my word."
"Is this the bearing of the Meng Family?"
Leng Tieya exposed this only so the Meng Family would have some misgivings and not act recklessly.
If the Meng Family truly cast aside all shame for the devil artifact, he still had Void Shattering and could flee directly.
But that was still far too risky.
It would be best to have the Canghai Manuscript delivered directly to Zhongyun City.
His gaze fell upon Lu Qiaozhen, and he smiled. "How about sending it to the Lu Family? I can go there to look at it. That should put everyone at ease, shouldn't it?"
"...Fine."
Meng Qi looked at the grinning spectators around him, many of them openly mocking him, and could only agree through gritted teeth.
Leng