Chu Xiu's words plunged the person in charge into a long silence.
In every aspect, Chu Xiu didn't seem like someone who would keep a promise.
Even if you take a thousand steps back and assume he would keep his promise, so what?
The Abyss is ever-changing, and it wouldn't be surprising if he suddenly died there tomorrow. Relying on him to save his daughter is no different than placing hope in the imaginary rescue of a Celestial God rather than fleeing a flood.
But looking at Chu Xiu's hand suspended over her daughter, she couldn't help but tremble in her heart—even without a human heart—and blurted out, "I agree with you!"
After a pause, as if self-consoling, she added, "I hope you also keep your promise."
"Don't worry."
Chu Xiu withdrew his hand, a gentle smile appearing on his face.
To be honest, if the other party had stubbornly held firm, he might have actually made some concessions.
As he said, the stakes are balanced, and the other party has gained bargaining power.
