Meng Chuan spoke tactfully but his attitude was very determined.
The True Martial Emperor's level of cultivation is such that it's impossible for him to act on impulse.
He was convinced that even if the negotiation was unsuccessful, for the sake of martial arts, the Xuanwu technique would be taught to him.
He was willing to take the risk, as he wouldn't lose out.
Moreover, it wasn't possible for the other party to just kill him with one slap, there were people outside after all...
Meng Chuan still held a lot of respect for the Emperor.
But when it came to his own martial arts, he had no choice but to "offend."
At the same time, the True Martial clearly understood his intention.
The atmosphere in the air was heavy, with only Meng Chuan's faint breathing audible.
One stood on the high platform looking down, and the other stood below gazing upward.
Their eyes locked, even the sound of wind passing through the curtains sounded like thunder.
