Wei Meizi frowned, "Mu Xuan, now is not the time to talk about this. Flame Hall needs the assistance of the Shadow Group, otherwise..."
"Knowing this, why won't you agree to my terms?" Mu Xuan's eyes burned with intensity as he stared at Wei Meizi, his tone brooking no argument. "I've said before, according to the rules of Flame Hall, if you marry me, the Shadow Group will unconditionally obey all your commands!"
"You…" Wei Meizi felt a surge of anger. Even at this critical moment, Mu Xuan still clung stubbornly to that condition—it was nonsensical!
"Rules are dead, but people are alive!" It was then that Ling Feng's voice arrived. "At first, I was quite interested, but now it seems that although you are only thirty-five or thirty-six, your head is as dull as wood! Do you really think by taking advantage of this situation to pressure Wei Meizi, she will agree to your demands?"
