"I'll ask," Xu Jianzhu nodded.
"Don't listen to him," Zhong Duxiu said grimly. "Just ask Gu Zheng what it would take for him to give up the Crimson Moon Heaven-Covering Blade. As long as he dares to name a price, we'll find a way to meet it!"
"Patriarch..."
"You shut up! All of you, shut your mouths!" Zhong Duxiu suddenly exploded with rage, pointing at the few who were about to speak again. He cursed them, his voice filled with exasperation. "A bunch of worthless fools! At a time like this, you still want to provoke him? Have your brains turned to mush?"
"..."
The room fell silent.
"Lord Xu, you may go," Zhong Duxiu said, taking a deep breath to suppress his anger.
"Yes, sir." Xu Jianzhu cupped his fist, bowed to Zhong Yi as well, then turned and flew toward the entrance of the Ancestral Land Space.
"I hope this goes smoothly," Zhong Yi sighed.
He never thought his worst fears would actually come to pass.
