Mu Bai's voice turned cold as he unhurriedly laid bare Zhou Detai's plot to his face. Of the three great Sect Heirs, Zhou Detai had hidden himself the deepest and employed the most ruthless methods.
"You, you..." Zhou Detai was horrified, too flustered to maintain his pretense of composure. "What do you want?"
"I've already made myself perfectly clear. I have no intention of meddling in the struggle between you Sect Heirs. But Zhou Dekai is my friend, and I must keep him alive."
With a long sigh, Zhou Detai staggered several steps back and braced himself against a table. "With things as they stand, there's nothing I can do."
"I know it would be inconvenient to bring those supplies out now, so I'll return them to you as well, valued at five hundred million soul crystals. I'll keep Zhou Dekai alive at the elders' meeting!"
Mu Bai pressed forward again, regarding him coldly as he made his proposal.
"You know how much those supplies are worth. At five hundred million, you certainly won't lose out. But as for Zuo Lin, he is my disciple. Eldest Sect Heir, you had better not force my hand..."
"Rest assured, Elder Mu. I will never trouble Zuo Lin again!" Zhou Detai hastily replied. "I agree to the five hundred million soul crystals as well, but that really is no small sum. I can't gather it all at once."
"Within five days, or that will be when the elders' meeting sentences you to death!"
With that, Mu Bai wasted no more words. He swept his sleeve, turned, and left.
I meant to use this to suppress Zhou Deqi, only for you to get in my way again!
Zhou Detai seethed inwardly, wishing he could strike at once and kill Mu Bai on the spot.