"Perhaps we should all calm down a bit."
After nearly five minutes of conversation, the atmosphere had gradually soured, the previous calm and peacefulness between them lost, suggesting the possibility of conflict. Considering Yang Jian's emotional state, Li Yao immediately chose to cease the argument.
"I've always been calm, it's you who are too full of yourselves," Yang Jian said.
"It's normal for you to think that way, given that you're considered one of the top ghost masters in the country—you certainly carry that weight. However, that's not capital to dismiss others," Li Yao said.
Yang Jian scoffed, "Relying on an illusory power to lure me into working for you? Not even mentioning compensation, only ensuring that you won't take me down after the event's success?"
"Your terms are basically like something out of a martial arts novel, 'Kill yourself, and I assure you a full corpse.'"
