Can there be any sincerity

“Greetings, my Lord!”

Upon seeing Su Lang, Li Xianyang immediately knelt down and kowtowed.

Zhu Qi’s pupils constricted at this sight.

Li Xianyang was an Ancient Great Saint, capable of instantly killing Zhu Qi, yet he was now respectfully kneeling before that young man!

“Rise.”

Su Lang nodded, then looked at Zhu Qi, “You said you came to apologize?”

“Yes!”

“We have also investigated.”

“The enmity between the Heaven’s Slaughter Tower and Young Master Su stems entirely from the Sunless Demonic Den.”

“This is all due to our lax management, which allowed the Sunless Demonic Den to offend Young Master Su. For this matter, we are deeply sorry.”

“Young Master Su has also eradicated the Sunless Demonic Den and killed Cai Liao and others. Our Heaven’s Slaughter Tower has paid a price, and we hope to turn hostility into friendship with Young Master Su.”

Zhu Qi slightly缩 his neck, afraid that he would be annihilated by Li Xianyang if he said one wrong word.

“Heh heh!”

“Is this how you apologize?”

“Full of empty words, without a shred of sincerity!?”

Su Lang sneered, a mocking expression on his face, “If you think you can just gloss over this matter with a few words, do you think I would agree?”

At these words, Zhu Qi was instantly stunned.

As a Quasi-Immortal Grandmaster and the seventh-in-command of the Heaven’s Slaughter Tower’s intelligence department, he had always been in a superior position.

His own cultivation combined with the might of the Heaven’s Slaughter Tower.

Had made him forget how many tens of thousands of years it had been since he last had to apologize.

In Zhu Qi’s subconscious, his bowing and apologizing was already giving enough face.

Zhu Qi believed that if any force were to become enemies with the Heaven’s Slaughter Tower, and the Heaven’s Slaughter Tower then apologized, that force would certainly accept it with pleasure.

He truly never expected such a reaction from Su Lang, who not only didn’t accept but even mocked him.

“Young Master Su…”

“Our Heaven’s Slaughter Tower is a Quasi-Emperor level force!”

Zhu Qi took a deep breath and said, steeling himself, “If you accept our apology now, you will gain the friendship of the Heaven’s Slaughter Tower. This is already sincerity.”

“Tch!”

“One ‘Quasi-Emperor level force’ after another.”

“Are you trying to scare me, or threaten me?”

Su Lang looked at Zhu Qi with disdain, “With your attitude, and you still claim to be sincere? Don’t you think that’s laughable?”

At these words.

Zhu Qi’s heart was immediately filled with anger.

He was the seventh-in-command of the Heaven’s Slaughter Tower, yet he was being mocked and belittled by a young junior like this. It was truly infuriating.

However, Zhu Qi did not dare to show even a hint of anger on his face.

Didn’t he see Li Xianyang glaring at him with eyes like copper bells?

If Zhu Qi dared to show a trace of displeasure, he would be glared to death by Li Xianyang.

“This…”

Zhu Qi gave an awkward smile, “Young Master Su, then what do you consider to be sincere?”

“Heh heh!”

“Your subordinate force, the Sunless Demonic Den, abducted my people and imprisoned them for many days!”

“During that time, they were so terrified, so despairing, almost to the point of seeking death.”

“And if I hadn’t arrived in time and killed those bastards from the Sunless Demonic Den, they would have met with misfortune!”

“My being able to save them is also your luck, otherwise your Heaven’s Slaughter Tower would have been utterly annihilated by me!”

Su Lang sneered repeatedly, “If the Heaven’s Slaughter Tower truly wants to reconcile with me, it must offer sufficient compensation in this matter!”

As for Su Lang’s words about annihilating the Heaven’s Slaughter Tower, Zhu Qi was dismissive.

Of course, he didn't show any of it on the surface.

“Compensation?”

Zhu Qi asked respectfully, “May I ask what kind of compensation Young Master Su requires?”

“Ten million top-grade spirit jades!”

“And thirty Martial Saint Souls.”

Su Lang’s tone was indifferent, “If you can’t produce them, reconciliation is out of the question!”

“Ten million top-grade spirit jades?”

“And thirty Martial Saint Souls?”

Zhu Qi’s face showed difficulty, “Young Master Su, isn’t this a bit of a huge demand?”

Ten million top-grade spirit jades was roughly seven or eight times the entire wealth of a Quasi-Immortal.

And Martial Saint Souls were even more precious.

Not everyone could obtain one simply by killing a Martial Saint, like Su Lang did.

Most of them had to wait for Martial Saints to condense their own souls when they were nearing their demise.

It was very difficult to kill an enemy in battle and use their soul to condense a Martial Saint Soul.

Although the Heaven’s Slaughter Tower was a powerful Quasi-Emperor organization, the surplus Martial Saint Souls within the organization were not numerous.