Lu Yin looked at Ming Zhaoshu and shook his head. “The Innerverse and Outerverse have been separated, so is there still a point to the so-called ‘promise of ten years?’ You don’t care about the current Outerverse.”

“But I still care about you.” Ming Zhaoshu’s burning eyes bored into Lu Yin. “In just two years, you were able to mature to such a degree. If you were given another two, ten, or twenty years, then you’d become strong enough to rule as a king. You’ll become a powerhouse who will shock the entire universe. I’m very sure that your value has already surpassed the entirety of Shenwu Continent itself.” 

Lu Yin did not respond, as his heart was still in chaos. He had not been able to think calmly ever since his encounter with Ming Yan. His recent contest with Ming Zhaoshu had been more of a way for him to vent his feelings, and it was not actually an attempt to seize the initiative in their cooperation. Lu Yin had not become emotionless yet, and he could not easily set his feelings aside. 

“Have you met with Yan’er already?” Ming Zhaoshu asked.

Lu Yin’s eyes narrowed. “Were you the one who allowed Nightking Changfeng to get close to her?” 

Ming Zhaoshu scoffed. “I, Ming Zhaoshu, will not resort to using my daughter as a bargaining chip. Back then, it was only because Yan'er liked you that I agreed to the term of ten years with you. She will never be used...