Huo Qiushui had already considered compromising. If Chen Qing's request wasn't excessive—perhaps asking for an extra elixir or two—it wouldn't be a major issue.
Chen Qing calmly met Huo Qiushui's gaze. He spoke slowly, his voice low, but it landed like a sudden thunderclap, shaking the hearts and spirits of everyone present.
"I want six."
He didn't think his demand was excessive; after all, the Nine Heavens Lineage had already taken eight.
Six?! As his words fell, the crowd—including the three elders—stared at him in disbelief, as if they had misheard. Even someone as powerful as Yanchi, backed by Senior Brother Nan Zhuoran, had only taken eight! Who was this Chen Qing? A mere Eighth True Inheritor from the declining True Martial Lineage, and he dared to ask for six? It was an outrageous, completely baseless demand!
Qiushui froze slightly, a flash of astonishment in her beautiful eyes.
