Back at the Shen Clan!
Bai Tianheng had been speaking nonsense for several minutes—or at least, that was how Shen Wuheng saw it.
One moment, Bai Tianheng demanded a larger amount of compensation.
Next, he questioned the Shen Clan's sincerity.
Then, just as Shen Wuheng thought they were finally getting somewhere, Bai Tianheng would suddenly raise another unreasonable demand.
Nothing seemed to satisfy him.
Rather than the Shen Clan holding a hostage, it was as if they were the ones negotiating for something.
Shen Wuheng's expression became increasingly ugly.
His patience had already reached its limit.
Finally—
"Enough!"
His voice echoed through the hall.
Bai Tianheng looked at him calmly.
Shen Wuheng's face darkened.
"Bai Tianheng, I don't think you care about your daughter at all."
His eyes narrowed.
"You're simply using this opportunity to deliberately make things difficult for my Shen Clan!"
Bai Tianheng smiled.
"You got half of that right."
Shen Wuheng frowned.
