Inside the stone chamber.
Ren Ye understood what Wang Changfeng meant. After carefully weighing it over, he replied, half serious and half joking, "Heh, are you threatening me? If we don't behave, we won't be able to rescue our six friends?"
Wang Changfeng poured Ren Ye some tea himself and chuckled. "Threats are a rather pathetic means. They don't suit me."
"I summoned you here to say just one thing: the Myriad Phenomena Sect's interests and yours are aligned. Only by working together, fighting our way into the heart of the Gutan Sect, and completing the secret realm mission can we rescue those friends of yours."
With that, he pushed the teacup toward Ren Ye, smiling benevolently. "Since the Gatekeeper of the New Year's Watchers accepted you as his Closed-Door Disciple, you must have something exceptional about you. I respect you, and you cooperate with me. We each get what we need."
Just listen to that. Look at that. A leader really did speak on a different level. He had established the Myriad Phenomena Sect's leading position while elevating Ren Ye's standing and explaining why mutual respect was necessary.
Ah, the gap in emotional intelligence between Wang Changfeng and Zhang Linghuo was at least three hundred Apus wide...
Ren Ye cupped his hands slightly and smiled. "We joined with every intention of cooperating. It's just that... Taoist Zhang's temper is a little too unpredictable. But that's all right. Who hasn't had a wild, unruly childhood?"
After that filthy, sarcastic jab, he took the initiative to ask, "Senior Wang, may I ask how many supernatural ability users are currently being held captive?"
"Twenty-one." Wang Changfeng concealed nothing, replying evenly, "We previously had control of a hundred and twenty-nine Route Passes. But the day before you joined, I launched an attack against