"...I shall join your clan then! That should resolve this, right? I'll help you conquer this continent."
Though he despised the notion, joining their family temporarily seemed preferable to getting killed by all of them jumping on him. A few years of working as a warrior under their name, beats dying here.
Wang Yunfeng scoffed, his expression contemptuous. "And why should we babysit you, kid? Yes, you're a promising seed, but such talents emerge every now and then anyways. You possess no real value to us... except perhaps as a corpse."
'Sigh, that didn't work, huh...'
No negotiation was possible now. His only option was confrontation—find a crack in their formations and escape through sheer force.
He walked forward deliberately, his white robes fluttering dramatically.
"I guess I don't have much choice then... phew..."
He knew, that there was roughly a fifty-percent chance his father's spies were still monitoring him.
