"By 'him,' you mean the living miracle?" she asked, amusement threading through her words.
"Yes," he snapped, snorting in disgust at the title the unorthodox cultivators had already bestowed on Chen Mo.
Ye Youlan let the silence stretch, savoring his discomfort.
"That won't be easy," she replied finally.
"Unlike your rigid Orthodox Alliance, we in the unorthodox see real potential in him. We want to bring him into our fold. With the grudge he carries against all of you… we can be certain of his loyalty when the time comes to dismantle the righteous sects."
Xu Canghai's fingers dug into the edge of his stool.
"I asked for a price," he growled. "Name it. I have the backing of the alliance leader himself."
She considered him for a long moment.
"Hmm. With the alliance leader's consent… it might actually be feasible."
Her tone turned businesslike. "We want five days of early access to our participants when the Tomb of Heavenly and Demons opens next cycle."
