Bang.
A massive divine thought floated down like a firefly, stopping precisely in front of Ethan Smith.
The divine thought slowly squirmed, and after a brief expansion and contraction, it became the figure of an old man with withered skin.
"Ji Family, Ji Wu Yi, you should know why I am here."
The old man coughed lightly, speaking with a somewhat frail voice.
"Old Thing, you've come to kneel down and apologize to the tens of millions of living beings in Sky City, haven't you?"
Frederick Cohen cursed out loud,
The old man gently extended his hands, and a dark green energy suddenly emerged on Frederick Cohen's face, causing him excruciating pain which made his veins bulge as he opened his mouth, unable to make a sound.
"Is this the sincerity you bring to negotiations?"
Ethan Smith said coldly.
"This Ghost Sword is the most important thing to my Ji Family. For its sake, our clan will pay any price. It's just that I'm not sure whether you, young friend, can handle this karma."
