"Young Master Li, name your price! The Qingxuan Ancient Country will not haggle!" At this moment, every second counted. The old man wished for nothing more than for Li Qiye and his people to withdraw, so he steeled his heart, ready to pay a sky-high price to settle this matter.
This whole affair had been a tremendous loss for their Qingxuan Ancient Country, forcing them to swallow their pride and endure the pain. But saving their Elder Ancestor was what mattered most!
Li Qiye glanced nonchalantly at the old man and said, "Your Qingxuan Ancient Country thinks far too highly of itself. If I want to slaughter you, that is my will. No amount of gold can change my mood! The only reason I'm not slaughtering you today is to give the Nine Saints Demon Gate some consideration."
"Yes, yes, yes…" Even though the words were harsh, the old man could only agree.
