Xu Qing's words reverberated throughout the surroundings.
His voice was calm, and there was only a hint of madness in his eyes.
After experiencing so many things and engaging in friendly negotiations on multiple occasions, Xu Qing was already adept at discussing matters in a more amicable manner.
For example, he had reached an agreement with the Ancient Spirit Emperor and the god's finger with his gentle discussion. Such successful cases made Xu Qing feel no psychological pressure from the Quasi-Immortal Race before him.
He was very clear that when discussing business, sincerity was the most effective weapon.
He had to be sincere in order to move the other party.
The simpler and more direct, the better the effect.
Hence, what he said earlier was the truth.
If Fenghai County was going to fall, then why should the Sword Holding Palace seal the god for the various races?
