Muddying the water worked in Duge's favor, as the more chaotic the situation, the better for him.
A negotiation that was destined not to have an outcome didn't need to be conducted with any real effort; it was merely a process of mutual probing.
"Why would I not agree?" the First Saint enshrouded himself in black fog, and as he spoke, the fog surged. "You open your mouth and try to sow discord between me and the God-king, Duge. It must be you who has no desire to negotiate!"
His tone was calm, as if he were not the least bit affected.
Emperor Donghua almost imperceptibly shook his head at Duge.
Fine then!
The opponent really had shielding skills.
Duge silently sighed; knowing his skill could influence the opposite sex, he still had agreed to negotiate with them, keeping a contingency plan in hand. Seeing Emperor Donghua's divine skill wasted like this ultimately made him feel somewhat regretful.
Duge turned his gaze to Fang Xiangcheng.
