"Fang Heng, it wasn't as simple as you thought. The spawns still had their trump card."
Elder Ambrose saw Fang Heng's refusal and tried to persuade him again. "Once the trump card is revealed, the mutant worms will never be your match. Once the frontal war ends, the spawns will direct all their focus on you..."
"Trump card?"
"Sorry, Fang Heng. The Noel Clan has its concerns. Some things cannot be disclosed, but I suggest you leave. Please consider this carefully."
Elder Ambrose made one last attempt to persuade him, sighing silently. Not only Fang Heng, but even the Noel Clan could not contend with certain forces in this world.
Ambrose signaled his assistant and placed two more sacks filled with cocoons on the ground, saying, "Fang Heng, this is the last batch of cocoons for the trade. The space passage will close tonight. The Noel Clan will withdraw from here. If you change your mind, contact us as soon as possible."
"Alright, thank you."
