"I imagine you're hoping that for the upcoming exchange between the twenty Upper Sects, our relations remain as they are, or perhaps grow even closer?"
Shang Tingjie, who was coughing faintly, froze. Dang Xiangjun added, "The sects surrounding our Celestial Spirit Sect have suffered tremendous losses. If we later discover that your delegation is in any way involved, then even though the Celestial Spirit Sect is only a mid-tier Upper Sect, we still hold some sway in the Spirit Nurturing Holy Land.
After all, plenty of Cultivators in Hongmeng are already reluctant to engage with your Celestial Universe, wouldn't you agree? If this incident gets tied to you, who knows if the Three Great Holy Lands' stance toward outsiders will remain as resolute as it has been?"
Shang Tingjie's expression tightened, and his coughing ceased. Even if Dang Xiangjun was bluffing, he had to take the threat seriously. 'The exchange summit cannot be allowed to fail. That's my primary objective.'
