As Zhong Ning continued to speak, feeling more confident with each word, he straightened his back noticeably.
"So, as I said, Great Steward, why not consider my suggestion?" Zhong Ning said confidently.
Chen Jiuge looked at him speechlessly, "Are you planning to use these people to threaten me?"
"Great Steward, failing to complete the Sect mission would be quite troublesome for you, wouldn't it?" Zhong Ning threatened.
Chen Jiuge shook his head in disappointment, "I thought it was someone else infiltrating the valley. Turns out it's just you; how disappointing!"
"Roar!"
A large amount of spiritual energy kept gathering, forming an erratic pillar of light on the intertwining horns.
"Aren't you afraid of not being able to complete the mission?"
Zhong Ning roared in anger, a soil-yellow staff appearing in his hand. The surrounding earth and stones formed into a giant palm, trying to block the pillar of light.
