"What does the Chief want this peak to prepare?"
Yiqi Weimao clenched his fists tightly, his face cold as frost, and stared at Jiang Fuling with a piercing gaze: "Is it to apologize to Yuanzhou's Void Grandmaster, or to offer up our most outstanding disciple, severing all hope for the Yiqi lineage?"
"Brother Weimao, why would you think so?"
Jiang Fuling paled and hurried to explain, "Our sect prides itself on righteousness and balance, and has never shown partiality. As for our handling of the Longzhou assault on the Tang Clan, Tianlong's actions were not mistaken. Even if the Saint Lord were to confront us personally, our sect would not yield an inch. Brother Weimao, you've misunderstood me!"
Hearing these words, Yiqi Weimao's harsh demeanor softened slightly, though he still retained some wariness as he stiffly responded: "If that's truly not the case, then I am unclear as to what sort of preparation the Chief means. Could you please clarify?"
