"I, Su Qingfeng, no longer want this Divine Return Tower."
Su Qingfeng licked his lips. He didn't care about his own Qi Blood, but the Heiye was Su Yue's spoil of war; he simply had no right to dispose of it. If it was sold, the military merits would have nothing to do with Su Yue.
That was the glory his son had earned after narrowly escaping death, his lifelong pride. He would not allow himself to sell out Su Yue's glory, even if it meant paying a certain price.
"Prince Qing, please don't be impulsive.
"Even if the deal falls through, goodwill remains. If you accidentally kill me, or any employee of the Ketone Trust Group, the Grand Marshal who vouched for you back then will be implicated. Let alone the Grand General of the Shenchu Corps, who is also your guarantor.
"Besides, your son wouldn't want to see Prince Qing slaughtering the innocent.
"As for the transaction, you can still think it over. There's no rush!"
