Faced with Wu Yuanjun's bewildered, questioning gaze, Ren Ye looked utterly frank and straightforward, like a complete idiot who was a few brain cells short.
He had thought it through: different people called for different approaches.
If you met a leader who liked making empty promises and discussing grand strategies, you needed to be a little insincere, say whatever sounded nice, and be someone who knew how to play along. If you met a leader who rewarded and punished fairly and demanded efficiency, you might as well speak plainly and make your requests to his face. His time was precious, and you loved money, so everyone should be efficient instead of beating around the bush.
If he refused, you could deal with that afterward. You had nothing to lose anyway.
As for the Heavenly Lord's blood, stealing it directly would certainly carry some risk. If he happened to run into Ghost-Headed Saber lurking nearby, and the man turned around and accused him, things could get troublesome.
So Ren Ye wanted to try something unorthodox: ask outright to draw blood from their ancestor.
Well? Do you agree or not?
If not, I'll come back and ask again in a couple of days...
Looking at Ren Ye's pleading, pitiful gaze, so full of loyalty, Wu Yuanjun replied somewhat helplessly, "The Heavenly Lord is my elder. How could I make such a request of an elder? Heh, how about this? If you want blood to save someone, ask the Heavenly Lord yourself. If he agrees, I have no objection."
"Thank you, my lord! Your immense kindness is more than I could repay in all eternity. My admiration for you is like...!"
"No need to say more." Wu Yuanjun hastily interrupted his verbal spellcasting and waved him off. "Go. Get some rest."
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