Chang Zhen lamented with deep sorrow, "My son is so foolish, actually beguiled by beauty. His cultivation is not yet solid, leading to such an unwise act!"
"I will confine him for a year to make him reflect well!"
Of course, he absolutely would not mention that the other party might be the Demon Race harboring the official silver.
This indeed could be considered a significant leverage.
However, to use this leverage to threaten the other party, Chang Zhen knew well that he was not qualified.
The opponent's aura was currently obscure and indiscernible, making it difficult to judge their realm. Yet, just based on their ability to enter the sub-branch quietly unnoticed by anyone, it was already quite terrifying.
Moreover, the opponent had just been within a yard of Chang Zhen, and he had not perceived anything!
If he offended such a person, even if Wanlin Commerce Association did not take action, Chang Zhen feared his head would already be precariously held.
