Wu Xia opened her mouth to respond, but no words came out. If she hadn't seen the wealth displayed in the room, she might have thought Zimo was bluffing. But now, she didn't dare think that way.
Seeing their bewildered expressions, a light smile appeared on Zimo's face. He finished brewing his spirit tea and took a sip.
He savored the spirit tea in his mouth slowly before allowing it to wash down his throat. Placing the pristine white teacup down, he raised his head and looked at the two.
"Tell me about your clan and Clear Wind City," he demanded.
Wu Xia quickly understood something: before this young man, her pride and her clan meant nothing. If they were going to cooperate, it would be the young man agreeing to work with them, not the other way around.
Taking a deep breath, she collected her thoughts and began to talk about her clan and Clear Wind City. For the next five minutes, only her voice reverberated through the room.
