Ning Zhuo faced a Nascent Soul expert up close without feeling any pressure: "Nanming Village is newly established. What is its foundation? It's not the mountain gate, not the spirit vein, not years of inheritance. It is debt, it is promise, it is the Nanming Fire Furnace, it is you Nascent Soul experts willing to believe that at the very least, I, Ning Zhuo, will acknowledge the debt."
"Today, if the Red Robe Guest dies and I immediately divide and dispose of his corpse, treasures, magic robe, and furnace to cover war damages, what will others think?"
"What will the Nine Fire Dragon Lord think?"
"What will Tao Liang think?"
"What will those Golden Core and Foundation Establishment creditors think?"
Chun Yangzi said coldly: "When someone dies, their debts are canceled, this is the natural law of heaven and earth. Ning Zhuo, you are a clever man, you ought to know, if you truly did this, you'd be handing leverage to the enemy."
Ning Zhuo sighed deeply: "I know."
