After hearing the Third Young Master of the Lin Family recount the entire story behind the brewing deal, including all its benefits and drawbacks.
Shiheng lightly tapped the edge of the table, his expression calm, betraying not the slightest ripple.
He raised his eyes and asked softly, his voice steady and composed, "Since you agreed on a delivery date for the liquor, how many days remain until the final deadline?"
At this, the Third Young Master of the Lin Family immediately reined in the fervor he had shown while discussing the chance to obtain a divine artifact.
Grave concern settled over his brow. He bowed slightly and answered truthfully, "God Venerable, including today, only three days remain."
"Three days."
Shiheng repeated those words under his breath.
A faint gleam crossed his deep, dark eyes. He had already seen straight through all the hidden trickery behind the affair.
True divine powerhouses stood high above, looking down upon the mortal world.
Why would they lower themselves to visit this remote border city in person merely to purchase a hundred thousand tons of ordinary liquor?
Still less would they casually offer a priceless divine artifact as a bargaining chip.
This supposedly heaven-defying opportunity had been a carefully laid, deadly trap designed to lure someone in from the very beginning.
Understanding this clearly, Shiheng considered briefly, then spoke slowly, every word assured.
"Three days from now, I will accompany you."
"I will personally meet these divine powerhouses and their Saint subordinates when they come to collect the goods."
"If they trade sincerely, abide by the rules, take the agreed quantity of liquor, and keep their promises, then naturally nothing will go wrong, and the transaction will conclude smoothly."
"But if these people harbor malicious intentions, use the trade as a pretext to plot against