Ban Ji suddenly paused, thinking of Ning Zhuo's bronze shield. He twitched slightly at the corner of his eye: "Could this kid losing the shield also be his own act of deliberately showing weakness to the enemy?"
Seeing that his persuasion had stabilized Ban Ji's mood and successfully shifted his attention to Ning Zhuo, Ban Jie calmly said, "Quite possible!"
"According to the intelligence, although he had the upper hand in the end, he used words to persuade Tie Zheng to surrender."
Ban Jie rubbed the tea cup in his hand, which was full of cracks, with a solemn expression: "Ban Ji, this person is different from the cultivators you usually deal with. Even without mentioning his talent, just this method of negotiation shows his insight and manipulation of human nature."
"He's not someone easy to deal with."
Ban Ji impatiently said, "Do you still need to say that? He is my human tribulation!"
"Why are we still here? To drink mountain winds?"
As he spoke, he stood up.
