Chen Sheng's words were like a knife, mercilessly tearing away the last shred of their dignity.
Lu Qingsong's face was grim. He opened his mouth, but ultimately said nothing in rebuttal.
Chen Sheng's words, though harsh, struck at the heart of the matter.
The three families weren't entirely powerless to resist. It was just that each had their own reservations. They feared suffering heavy losses and feared that once all pretenses were dropped, the situation would become irreversible. Most of all, they feared their backers were unwilling to risk a direct confrontation with the Celestial Dragon Temple and Dragon Tiger Mountain.
All these calculations were laid bare under Chen Sheng's piercing gaze.
"Quell your anger, Chen Zhenfu."
Lu Qingsong, being the most experienced, was the first to regain his composure. He sighed and steered the conversation back on track:
