The one speaking was a round-faced elder in a long robe embroidered with golden threads, which shone with a glossy hue after being infused with true qi, clearly indicating his innate cultivation.
Lu Li naturally didn't take him seriously, only pleased that something with a bit of substance had finally arrived.
The round-faced elder continued to shout:
"Old man Zhang Benzheng asks the True Monarch to remember the virtues of Heaven above and show mercy. Whatever your demands are, just state them. Everything is negotiable!"
Hearing this person declare his name, Lu Li's eyes narrowed: "A Shen Zhou person?"
Xia Weiyun replied with a cold face, "He is a wealthy businessman from outside the border who once donated forty airplanes at once and has been received by the Emperor. He owns quite a lot of property in Shengjing."
This statement was essentially a death sentence for Zhang Benzheng, but the man, oblivious, continued to hold his ground:
