Qin Luo did not answer.
He just watched the Prince of Zhenbei quietly.
The latter knelt on the ground, sweating profusely; the mental torment was more painful than being killed.
The Prince of Zhenbei suffered greatly.
If given another chance, he would never provoke the Dragon Tiger Temple. The young Taoist priest before him was someone who could rival the Grand Preceptor of the Great Xia Dynasty.
Much later.
The rain has stopped.
The bright moonlight shone on the garden.
Qin Luo looked at Wang Chongming, "Senior, for your sake, I'll give him another chance."
Upon arriving at the Prince of Zhenbei's mansion, Qin Luo gained a great deal from those three doors. When he gained profound insights into creation, Wang Chongming was not angry at all; on the contrary, he was very happy.
He felt that Wang Chongming was quite good.
"Thank you, Master Qin."
Wang Chongming bowed to Qin Luo to express his gratitude.
"Thank you so much, Master Qin, for your kindness!"
The Prince of Zhenbei kowtowed violently, shattering the floorboards, and exclaimed excitedly, "Master Qin, whatever you want, as long as it's available in the Prince of Zhenbei's mansion, you can have it."
Qin Luo recalled what Song Xiao had mentioned to him and said softly, "I heard that the tariffs in the north are very heavy. I would like to trouble the Prince of Zhenbei to reduce the taxes and treat the people kindly."
"no problem."
The Prince of Zhenbei nodded repeatedly.
After saying that, Qin Luo turned and left the garden. Jin Jiao looked at the dying black dragon in the pool and the disheveled Prince Zhenbei, and then followed Qin Luo out of the Prince Zhenbei's mansion.
In the garden, the pond had returned to calm. The Prince of Zhenbei collapsed on the ground, utterly exhausted despite having done nothing. It was even more tiring than fighting on the battlefield. "Strategist, if I had listened to you earlier, I wouldn't be in this state."
Wang Chongming advised him to back down as soon as possible, but the Prince of Zhenbei clung to a sliver of hope, believing that Qin Luo had come to negotiate.
Wang Chongming said with a smile, "Your Highness, submitting to Longhu Temple may not be a bad thing. Look at the Great Chu in the north and the Yue Kingdom in the west. They rely on the immortal sects in the mountains and are still doing well. If the Zhenbei Prince's Mansion submits to Longhu Temple, Your Highness may be able to achieve great things."
"That makes sense!"
The Prince of Zhenbei immediately rallied.
Qin Luo left the Zhenbei Prince's Mansion with Jinjiao. He needed to find Lü Ajiao to get the bamboo flute the next day, and not wanting to trouble Song Xiao, he found a cheap inn in Yanbei City to stay in.
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