Ji Deyu's face darkened even more.
"The Qingming Divine Tree is our sect's suppressing treasure, how could we possibly leave it for you? Aren't you going a bit too far?"
Zhao Chenshui cracked a smile, "We didn't bring a large army to wipe out your sect, and that's already merciful of our Palace Lord. You should be grateful that you can leave with your lives intact. Shouldn't you offer something in return?"
"If our army came and annihilated your entire sect, wouldn't the Qingming Divine Tree and the Divine Fruits become ours anyway?"
Ji Deyu firmly rejected, "We can go, but forget about taking this Qingming Divine Tree and the Divine Fruits!"
Zhao Chenshui sneered, "Sect Master Ji, you are refusing the wine only to be forced to drink a forfeit."
Being a Sect Master and at the Daluo Peak, how could Ji Deyu suppress the fire in his heart when threatened like this?
