However, to Lu Qingsong, these gentle words were more chilling than a direct threat.
'What if I refuse?'
'Knowing Chen Sheng's methods, if I defy him today, the Iron Sword Sect is in for some hard times.'
"After we destroy Luoyun Manor, the Iron Sword Sect's gains will not only cover your losses from the battle at Wushan Mountain, but will leave you with a surplus. Moreover..."
Chen Sheng threw out another bargaining chip. "And for the next contest over the Wushan Yuan Ore, I can guarantee that the Iron Sword Sect... will receive a share you will be absolutely satisfied with."
Lu Qingsong laughed bitterly to himself.
The battle for Wushan Mountain was held only once every ten years.
'Ten years from now, who knows if Chen Sheng will even be in Ning'an? This guarantee is far too empty.'
Bai Qing spoke up at the opportune moment, her voice gentle.
