Ji Wenxuan's face contorted.
He stared at Fang Yu's dismissive expression, which showed absolutely no sincerity in negotiating.
Or rather, the terms proposed were meant to be rejected.
This infuriated him.
If it weren't for orders from above, perhaps things wouldn't have come to this, and the nine Circulation Heaven Position Sect Masters wouldn't have died.
At this point, there was nothing left to say.
He continued with a forced smile: "Mr. Fang, please take your time to think it over, we have plenty of time... Feel free to propose any conditions." This statement sounded as though any condition could be accepted, yet it also conveyed a feeling—propose them, I still won't accept.
Fang Yu glanced at the two, saying:
"Let me give you a condition that you can accomplish."
"What?"
"Get out."
These three words were spoken lightly, but abruptly.
Ji Wenxuan thought he misheard, perking up his ears, he asked, "Mr. Fang, what did you say?"
"I said, get out."
"..."
