If the Star-Picking Sect is pushing Chen Che out to fight their battles today, whose turn will it be tomorrow?
"This won't work, and that won't work. Why don't you come up with an idea then, Chief Qiu?"
Just then, Duobao spoke with a sinister air, "It's only because I hold no grudge against Wen Yangxi. If I did, I would gladly take the field myself to bring that old bastard down and solve a problem for the Primordial Sect!"
"Your silver tongue won't change my mind. I will never agree."
Giving the other man a deep, knowing look, Qiu Tianshui cut him off. He had already figured out Duobao's scheme and made his refusal absolute with a sharp flick of his sleeve.
At the same time, he immediately rose to his feet, giving the other man no opportunity to continue speaking.
Chen Che then stood up as well, ready to leave. As the two of them made their move, the other Chiefs also rose one by one. This was how it always went—their meetings invariably ended in unpleasant disagreement.
