"Young friend, how are you willing to hand over the Heaven Suppressing Ancient Order? Now that it's just the two of us, feel free to speak frankly."
Zuo Yangming smiled slightly and said in a relaxed tone.
Ye Xuan, calm in demeanor, hands in his pockets, responded coolly, "What do you think I should do to hand over the Heaven Suppressing Ancient Order?"
Instead of giving a direct answer, Ye Xuan countered Zuo Yangming with a question.
Zuo Yangming maintained his composure and suggested quietly, "Lift the three-year pressure on Emperor Immortal Sect?"
Ye Xuan scoffed disdainfully, "You think the Heaven Suppressing Ancient Order is worth only that much?"
Zuo Yangming narrowed his eyes slightly and said with a smile, "Then perhaps the young friend himself would like to propose a condition for this sovereign to assess."
Ye Xuan shook his head and remained silent.
Zuo Yangming observed Ye Xuan, not understanding what he meant by this.
This young man was unexpectedly calm.
