In the Martial Arts Hall, the mechanical bird soared and fell incessantly, accompanied by the mingling sounds of bamboo chimes, zither music, and the tremor of reeds, gradually infusing the air with the atmosphere of an ancient echo in an empty valley.
Ning Zhuo stood amidst it all, his white robes swaying slightly, the sacrificial pattern in his palm dormant like ash, yet the brightness in his eyes remained undiminished.
Meanwhile, a negotiation had reached its climax.
Chun Yangzi and the Nine Fire Dragon Lord, both Nascent Soul Cultivators, exchanged glances.
One was imposing and majestic, the other exuded a deep dragon's might.
The Nine Fire Dragon Lord suddenly laughed, "You are quite willing to let go."
Chun Yangzi said indifferently, "What's meant to be let go, must be let go. If you can't bear to part with these branches and leaves, how can you take the entire treasure ground?"
The Nine Fire Dragon Lord nodded, "Alright, I'll help you with this."
