Celestial Wind Zhenren's face slightly changed, a trace of displeasure flashing in his eyes.
Rejecting his request once or twice, did they really think he was made of mud?
"Daoist Yan, you should think this through carefully."
Celestial Wind Zhenren's tone carried a slight threat as he coldly said, "If you insist on refusing to modify the Spirit Contract, then the original contract can only be declared void."
"At that time, you will have no further ties with the Purple Mountain Association."
"Then let it be dissolved." Xu Ping's lips curled into a cold smile.
This Celestial Wind Zhenren was truly insane, actually using such means to threaten him.
Having said that, Xu Ping paid no further attention to Celestial Wind Zhenren and Miao Jun, turning and striding away from the place.
Celestial Wind Zhenren watched in the direction Xu Ping left, his expression gloomy like a stormy sky.
He clenched his fists, a raging fire of anger burning within him.
