An Yiqing gently nodded, "Please sit, Mr. Chiang. Did you rest well this afternoon?"
"Quite well, being away from Long Zaitian, I feel a lot more relaxed." Chiang Yu replied with a wry smile, teasing himself.
"As long as you’re relaxed, Mr. Chiang, don’t worry too much. Returning to the Xuanqing Sect is only a matter of ti, but now is not the right mont. Just focus on recuperating these days and don’t dwell on anything else."
"Okay, but, Miss An..." Chiang Yu opened his mouth, hesitated for a long ti, not knowing how to express himself.
An Yiqing saw his concern and chuckled lightly, "Mr. Chiang, are you perhaps wondering about our wager?"
Chiang Yu’s expression froze, nodding sowhat awkwardly.
"Mr. Chiang, I believe with your wisdom and intelligence, you should understand the intention behind this extravagant gamble I’ve set up. You must see clearly by now the true face of Long Zaitian. He doesn’t deserve the Old Sect Leader’s last wishes, nor does he deserve your loyalty, nor is he worthy of entrusting the entire Xuanqing Sect to him. As an outsider, I believe the Xuanqing Sect needs a different kind of leader." An Yiqing cut straight to the point without any pretense.
Chiang Yu’s eyes narrowed slightly, "Miss An, what makes you think you are fit to be the leader of the Xuanqing Sect?"
An Yiqing’s red lips curled slightly, her eyes sparkling, "Based on the fact that my ideals and principles align with yours, Mr. Chiang. Although the Xuanqing Sect is a martial arts sect, it requires grandeur and magnanimity, not sches and conspiracies. If we want the Xuanqing Sect to endure in Xuanjin, a leader who knows when to tighten and loosen is essential. I, An Yiqing, am not a saint, but I never do anything against moral principles, and you should be well aware of this, Mr. Chiang. Rather than handing over the Xuanqing Sect to be ruined by Long Zaitian, it’s better to have a capable person take over sooner."
Chiang Yu was struck by An Yiqing’s ambitious words, wanting to retort but having nothing to say. He had to admit that An Yiqing shared the sa ideals as him, which was why he admired her.
Clearly, Chiang Yu was gradually being swayed by An Yiqing’s words. He was loyal to the Xuanqing Sect, but not to Long Zaitian. As long as it benefited the Xuanqing Sect and did not violate his principles, Chiang Yu could consider it.
However, there were so matters he needed to question further.
"Miss An, although you’ve passed the Eighteen Golden Figures Formation, that wager is just an empty promise. If I refuse to acknowledge it now and tear it up, what would you do?"
An Yiqing tilted her head slightly, blinking at Chiang Yu, "Hmm, there’s not much I can do. I’m a generous person, never holding grudges, because I usually retaliate on the spot if I have a vendetta. Yet, having gone to such lengths to win you over, Mr. Chiang, if you go back on your word, wouldn’t that be a huge loss for ? I am a businesswoman and prioritize my own interests. So, if you occasionally receive items like fingers or eyeballs in the future, don’t be surprised; it might just be from a person I’ve freshly dissected."
As she spoke, An Yiqing swiftly pulled out a silk pouch from her waist and opened it. Instantly, a chilling aura emanated from the silver needles and small knives inside, sending chills down Chiang Yu’s spine.
An Yiqing maintained a faint smile on her face, with her right hand quickly striking the table. Two crystal-clear surgical knives flew out from the silk pouch. Chiang Yu only saw two flashes of silver streak through the air; before he could regain his composure, the two surgical knives were already embedded firmly in the table before him.
"How is it, Mr. Chiang? Is my knife work satisfactory?" An Yiqing’s eyes arched with a smile, as if she wasn’t the one who had just perford those actions.
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