Li Xuefu is now extremely flustered.
The Li family seems to be heading toward decline, but it's happening gradually. If they can find the right person, there might still be a chance to reverse this downfall. But now, Qin Liuxi has said there's a problem with the tribute; the tea leaves carry resentful energy. Once this reaches the Saint's ears, the extinction of the entire nine tribes might not be enough.
He has no idea if Qin Liuxi would report this, and it's impossible to kill her to keep it quiet.
The disparity in power is too great!
Li Xuefu is filled with regret.
"Are you thinking of killing me to keep it quiet?" Qin Liuxi looked at Li Xuefu with amusement.
Li Xuefu turned pale and immediately knelt on the ground, saying, "Mr. Li wouldn't dare."
"It's not that you don't dare; you just don't have the confidence. If you thought you could kill me, you would probably keep us here." Qin Liuxi sneered at him.
