In the cold wind, the snow fell heavier and heavier, gradually covering the ground in a layer of white.
Jin Mocong slowly said, "I'll tell you what you want to know, but you must promise me one thing."
Jin Zijin stood on the opposite side, his expression calm, and said, "That depends on the value of what you're going to say, and whether the thing you want me to promise will put me in a difficult position."
Jin Mocong said urgently, "What I have to say is definitely valuable, no matter if it's for your status as the senior disciple of Tianzong or your identity as part of the Jin Imperial Clan. What I'm going to tell you will be of great help to you. And the thing I'm asking you to promise, for you, is merely lifting a finger, you will surely not find it difficult."
"Oh? Then tell me what it is first."
