But at times like this, it's more advantageous for them to stay at the Zhu Men base than to have their people taken away by District Nine.
Qin Xian had no other choice but to resort to this worst possible strategy.
He was so eager to find an excuse that he didn't notice the strange expressions on the faces of everyone else at the table.
He Zheng scratched his head, exchanged a glance with Liu Shengbai beside him, and saw the strange look in the other's eyes.
He considered himself bad at scheming, but now he also noticed something strange.
He had already suspected something was amiss with the Wolf Clan's arrival, but he hadn't quite figured out what was wrong until now. Hearing this, he suddenly realized...
—This Mr. Cangyue doesn't seem like an enemy trying to steal someone; he seems more like an excellent ally.
These sentences, one after another, seem to be pushing the management committee members into a trap.
So, after talking for a while, the management team has voluntarily given up trying to recruit them.
They said the person was seriously injured and couldn't move, so they had to stay at the Zhu Men base and couldn't be taken away.
This teamwork completely outmaneuvered the Qin family lad.
Cang Yue seemed to be deep in thought, then her attitude softened slightly: "Young Master Qin makes a good point."
She hasn't woken up yet. If we rashly take people away, it might affect her recovery, and it would be disrespectful to this 'hero'."
Qin Xian breathed a slight sigh of relief and sat down.
Cang Yue then looked at Hua Lihan and said, "However, I'm sure everyone here knows to some extent that our Ninth District has a deep-seated grudge with the God-Making Sect, and we certainly won't easily give up information about the God-Making Sect."
Everyone nodded in agreement.
Decades ago, the God-Making Faction had already infiltrated and used force against the Ninth District, especially the Dragon Faction.
The deification faction was also involved in the death of the Dragon Emperor a few years ago. After the Dragon Emperor's death, there were even reports that the deification faction attempted to break into the Dragon Emperor's tomb.
The Ninth District has a long-standing feud with the God-Making Faction.
There are many different opinions as to the origin of the feud between the two sides.
The most popular theory is that the Dragon Emperor is related to the secret of the fusion theory of the evil god from back then, and the god-making faction has tried to uncover the secret but has repeatedly failed.
Cang Yue added, "However, we also respect your confidentiality. Therefore, we hope to share publicly available information, and I would like to stay for a few days to wait for the young man to wake up and ask him a few simple questions."
"That's not too much to ask, is it?"
Qin Xianxin's heart tightened again.
How many days will you stay?
Asking a question?
Does that mean that during the days they were there, the management couldn't take them away?
If Cang Yue asks the question first, wouldn't that give District Nine the upper hand?
Hua Lihan nodded directly: "Okay."
He made the final decision, and Qin Xian dared not object. No matter how anxious he was, he could say nothing.
After the meeting adjourned, Hua Lihan took the initiative to invite Cang Yue to talk, and the others also left one after another. Hua Anning deliberately stayed last, turning her head to give Qin Xian a cold smile.
Qin Xian was stunned by her smile.
He sat there, lost in thought for a long time, feeling that something was wrong, but he couldn't figure out what it was.
The middle-aged man behind Qin Xian looked at him with a complicated expression, and finally sighed silently, offering no words of advice.
"Young Master, you've been led by the nose by them the whole time!"
...
"Heh. Qin Xian may be ambitious, but he lacks strategy. His failure was to be expected."
A thin stream of silver water flowed from the spout of the teapot, and the fragrant tea swirled and unfurled in the cup. The refreshing aroma of the tea drifted away with the wisps of steam, illuminating the antique-style room.
A teahouse with private rooms, overlooking the lake, offering scenic views.
In the elegantly decorated room, a young man in white sat at the coffee table.
Her plain white clothes hung naturally down to her legs, and a few strands of her dark hair cascaded down to her waist and hips.
He knelt there, his long hair loosely tied up, sipping tea and speaking softly; he was as beautiful as jade and as refined as an orchid.
If Bai Xie is like a free and unrestrained breeze and flying snow, then this person is like a perfect and noble lonely moon and cold plum blossom.
Opposite the young man in white sat Si Yehong, a member of the Si family who had just returned to District One.
Compared to the white-clad man's proper kneeling posture, Si Yehong's posture had a natural ease, as if he were getting into bed.
Sitting, lounging, half-lying, half-reclining—if you bring a couple of plates of sunflower seeds and a few older women, you could chat from one end of the village to the other.
It somewhat spoiled the atmosphere of the private room.
But the man in white remained calm and didn't seem to care.
Si Yehong looked at the white-robed man's still-smiling face and clicked his tongue twice:
"I've only ever met two people with truly stable emotions in my life. Gu Lao Jiu broke down after meeting An Ning, and now you're the only one left, Ying Huaixia."
Ying Huaixia.
That was the name of the man in white.
Ying Huaixia chuckled softly without saying a word.
Si Yehong slung half his body over the table, his movements furtive.
"Hey! Old Xia, tell me secretly, what's the management committee's attitude this time? They're not really going to keep targeting that Hua Changle, are they?"
"Your Ying family and the Qin family have equal standing in the management council, you must know that, right, Lao Xia? Can you tell me secretly?"
Ying Huaixia's expression remained completely calm: "I'm no longer in charge of things, and the management committee's messages won't be delivered to me."
Si Yehong felt a sharp pain in his teeth: "Keep pretending! I don't believe that someone as cunning as you can be so easily defeated just because your cultivation was damaged!"
Ying Huaixia paused slightly, giving him a cold glance:
"You're the first person who dared to bring this up in front of me."
Si Yehong was fearless, even getting more excited: "Look, look, look! How fierce your eyes are! You can tell you're something else!"
It's more than just having some talent. If Ying Huaixia hadn't suffered damage to her cultivation, she would have been the number one person in the management committee. Where would that Qin Xian have even the slightest position?
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