"Is it over, Master Lu? What do you want now?" Hu Jiwen clarified the issue.
"Those words don't seem fair coming from you, Chamberlain Hu, since it was your own doing and you came here on your own. Yet now you ask what I want," Gu Shanhai's tone became increasingly mocking.
As a palace attendant versed in the intrigues of the court, Hu Jiwen understood Gu Shanhai's intention; it was nothing short of a lion's demand.
It wasn't that he wanted to compromise; he simply couldn't defeat him.
Such might, it seemed to confirm the rumors of the age-reversing old monster from the martial arts world.
Not even the Heavenly Sect Master could withstand a single move, and sitting before him, Hu Jiwen felt immense pressure. Act? Impossible. If he were to entertain the thought, the next moment would be his last.
Armies encircling, volley of arrows aiming, neither of the two grandmasters from the Heavenly Sect Demon Gate could intercept them, let alone this enigmatic Master Lu.