"This should suffice to attest to Xu Mou's sincerity," Xu Xing added.
As he finished speaking, the expressions of Dai Ji and Lady Han in the room were distinctly different. The former was proud, while the latter was uneasy.
The Cultivation World is inherently cruel—a place where the strong prey on the weak, and the weak must cling to the strong to survive.
Although Xu Xing's words might have sounded disrespectful towards Dai Ji, once she became his concubine, her power would be inextricably linked with his. The stronger Xu Xing grew, the happier she would be.
"This... Our Sect..."
Cold sweat beaded on Lady Han's forehead. A deficit of two hundred million Spirit Shells in the pavilion's coffers meant difficult days ahead for her in the Red Dust Pavilion.
"How about this," Xu Xing glanced at Lady Han, whose expression was conflicted, and proactively suggested, "Let's say my Butian Sect discovered a Demon Lair. This Demon Lair..."
