"I see. And what's in it for you?" Xie Jianshen asked while crossing his arms in front of his chest. "Most people would just shut up and pretend that they do not know anything."
Zhang Fengxi raised an eyebrow at Xie Jianshen, who stood there with skepticism written all over his face.
"If you insist on rewarding me, then I want you to support me when I ask for your brother's hand in marriage."
Xie Jianshen widened his eyes in surprise.
"Did you denounce the Dragon Throne just to delay its possession by your clan for one mere generation?"
Zhang Fengxi was momentarily speechless.
"No, of course not," he then snapped. What was wrong with the Xie siblings? Why were they so obsessed with the Dragon Throne?
"Everyone said that," Xie Jianshen dismissed Zhang Fengxi's denial lightly. "Sooner or later, the beasts will reveal their fangs and claws."
"..."
The conversation was pointless.
