If Qi Chuan really wanted this price, he wouldn't dare talk to his family about it, or else the family would definitely resent him.
"I'm not joking at all, honestly." Yet Qi Chuan shook his head, reaffirming his price.
Immediately, Diwu Feng's expression changed several times, wanting to speak up on many occasions, but forcibly suppressing it.
On the side, Qian Lai also didn't dare to speak; this was a confrontation between Qi Chuan and the Diwu Clan.
In the silence, Diwu Feng finally rose with a flick of his sleeve, without saying anything too harsh, merely stating, "It seems Qi Chuan, the Tributor, no longer wishes to be the Diwu Clan's tributor. In that case, let's end the contract here."
Then, he turned to leave.
Qian Lai also stood up, unsure of what to say in this situation.
"No need to leave so soon, Fellow Daoist Diwu. When did I ever say I didn't want to remain the Diwu Clan's tributor? Besides, I still want that Soul-Stabilizing Incense."
