He was already thinking of killing those greedy old bastards.
"Fool!"
The man glared at him and cursed.
"What’s the harm in making promises to them? Whatever needs to be said is up to us, and what we give them depends on their future value, understand?"
Even if he promised those old guys the entire Illusion Continent, so what?
Once he has secured his power here and obtained what he wants, what use would those old guys be?
If they are no longer useful, why would he give them anything good?
By then, with the corpse sealing charms and the mother of the demonic offspring in his possession, what could those people possibly do to him? It’s whatever he wants, isn’t it?
Anyone who dares to defy him will face death!
Hearing the man’s words, the man kneeling on the ground suddenly looked up at him.
"Master, will this work?" he asked.
Those old bastards aren’t that easy to deal with. Without so real offerings, how could they possibly agree to cooperate? Even if they do, they might have second thoughts later, right?
"Why wouldn’t it work?"
The man looked seriously at his subordinate and countered.
"Do they expect to hand over Sky City or anything else just because they want it? Isn’t it all about taking what we want after we’ve cooperated?
One has to know how to think. It’s not like they can just take what they want without giving anything in return, understand?"
Upon hearing this, the man thought deeply for a mont and finally lifted his head.
"Yes, Master, I understand."
He knew what to do. Since it was about cooperation, mutual benefit was necessary.
If those old immortals didn’t have so real skills, why would they even need to cooperate with them? Therefore, those old immortals must first prove themselves.
"I’ll go handle it. I’ll make sure they get their tasks done first."
"Alright, go do it."
Hearing his response, the man nodded in satisfaction.
...
Inside the Golden Pearl Space.
The little one, sound asleep, was carefully moved out by Liu Yuyang and the City Lord’s wife, bed and all.
However, even in a new place, the little one continued to sleep, not even letting out a hum, as if intent on sleeping forever.
"Zimo, have you nad the child?" Lu Tianlan finally t his grandson, feeling content, and asked his son while watching the little one.
"Not yet." Sui Zimo shook his head.
He and Sang’er had thought of several nas, but they hadn’t decided on one yet or whether to co up with a new one.
"Sang’er’s idea is to first give the little one a nickna, and a formal na... we’ll decide when he’s a bit older."
"Hmm?"
Reluctantly tearing his gaze from the little one, Lin Baizhong looked at Sui Zimo.
"We believe that the na should match the child’s temperant," Sui Zimo explained when he saw Baizhong’s confusion.
The child’s na is a big deal, sothing that will follow him for a lifeti. It shouldn’t be chosen carelessly or randomly, right?
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