"A warning!"
Feng Zhongzui's voice echoed, carrying a hesitancy born of deliberation: "But I fear it won't achieve much..."
Indeed.
This arrow was a warning.
But at the same time, Ai Cangsheng might not realize it yet—falling into Xu Xiaoshou's eyes, it could also be a clear measurement, a "red line."
"Can't I dig it up?"
On the Dao Imparting Mirror's screen, Lord Shou held the Dragon Painting Spear and Shattered Shield, grinning with teeth bared:
"Ai Cangsheng, what's your relationship with the Nine Sacrificial Osmanthus?"
"Even if there is a connection, it's not that deep, is it?"
"She herself agreed to let me dig it up. What gives you the right to disagree?"
"Does this arrow of yours mean that if I dig up this tree, you'll shoot me? That you'll declare war?"
Lord Shou turned helplessly toward the Dao Imparting Mirror, his tone perplexed as he questioned:
"In your eyes, is the agreement between us so insignificant?"
