Their earlier attack on the Dark Sky Tiger had also been meant as a show of force, to crush him with sheer momentum and make the negotiations easier.
But now, this man simply refused to play by the rules.
Yet he had no way to refute him.
Bearing the Heavenly Mandate was truly a gamble.
If the Fan Family won their wager, they could ride this carriage straight into the clouds.
But what if they lost? The risk was far too great. They might never recover, or even see their entire Lineage exterminated.
"Looks like you haven't thought it through before coming to negotiate with me," Xu Zimo said with a smile.
He turned and walked out of the pavilion, mounted the Dark Sky Tiger, and slowly headed into the distance.
"Come find me once you've thought it over."
"Wait, I'll go with you," the woman beside him suddenly called out, looking at Xu Zimo.
"What for?" Xu Zimo turned around and studied the woman with interest.
"I said I'm going with you," the woman replied, meeting his gaze directly.
"Yiyi, you...?" The old man looked at her in confusion.
"Anyway, I can't decide my own marriage.
For the sake of the family's interests, I'll always have to marry someone," the woman said calmly.
"Since that's the case, I might as well choose to believe him."
"I haven't made a decision yet!" the old man said with a sigh.
"He has the True Martial Sacred Sect behind him," the woman said.
"You won't find a better choice.
The Buddha Kingdom will find out eventually. The Ruins of the Gods quota was bought with our ancestors' lives.
We cannot simply hand it over to the Buddha Kingdom."
The old man fell silent for a moment before finally nodding.
"You're right," he