When Jia Xingtian saw Hai Bodong step forward, he realized that this black-robed man was the Dou Zong expert Hai Bodong had mentioned, and unease immediately gripped his heart.
After all, within the Jia Ma Empire Territory, there was only Yun Shan, the Misty Cloud Sect Master who had spent years in seclusion trying to break through to Dou Zong-and no one even knew whether he was still alive.
Apart from him, the strongest person was Jia Xingtian himself, a Nine-Star Dou Emperor. In other words, if the Dou Zong expert before him became angry, not a single person within the Jia Ma Empire Territory could stop him.
But when he thought of his two granddaughters, as lovely as flowers and jade, having to accompany this sinister, evil-looking Dou Zong shrouded in black energy, whose true appearance was unknown, Jia Xingtian's heart bled.
He could even picture the man beneath that black robe: a withered old fellow with a lecherous, wicked face and sunken eyes, utterly drained by excessive indulgence!
Jia Xingtian drew a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and stepped forward.
"Senior, I can find two women whose beauty rivals my granddaughters' to keep you company. These two granddaughters of mine are simply too young!"
Hearing Jia Xingtian's words, Hun Changqing instantly understood what Hai Bodong had meant by a compromise. He gave Hai Bodong a surprised glance. He had not expected the old man to be so wicked as to threaten them outright. It did have a little of his own style.
Hun Changqing waved a hand and said to Jia Xingtian,
"Enough. There's no need to look as though you're suffering beyond endurance. I can save your magical beast, but the price won't change. If you're unwilling, forget it."
Hun Changqing did have some interest in the