"Heh, it's not a matter of 'daring' or not. So, what's it going to be? Agree to my terms, and I'll take you to the Demon Saint Ancient Corpse. Otherwise, we can just go our separate ways. Kill me if you want!"
Qii Yang smirked, knowing the Seventh Prince was holding back and wouldn't dare kill him.
"State your conditions!" the Seventh Prince said after a moment's hesitation, forcefully suppressing his rage.
