The middle-aged man watched Murong Jiu with a wary and ferocious gaze that never wavered.
"Alliance Leader Chang, there's no need to be nervous," Murong Jiu said in a soft voice. "I bear you no ill will; I merely wish to make a deal with you."
"Chang has long since retired from the jianghu and doesn't meddle in idle affairs. Princess Consort Ling has found the wrong person."
Chang Chonghai spoke coldly, an air of having nothing more to say.
"Is that so? What if I told you the whereabouts of your wife and daughter?"
Murong Jiu whispered in a voice only he could hear.
Chang Chonghai sprang to his feet from the ground in an instant, his eyes bloodshot, and he even gritted his teeth in anger, "My wife and daughter are already dead, Princess Consort Ling. Are you trying to threaten me with their corpses?"
She waved her hand and said, "You misunderstand, Alliance Leader. I am not that inhumane, and besides, your wife and daughter are still alive."