C55 The Nine Offices Would Arrive and the Dark Clouds Would Crush the City

"Heh, a promise! But why should I stake my life as a guarantee? I'm no saint. I've delivered the message; the task is done. Whether you choose to save your daughter, make the trade, or form an alliance, the decision is yours," Jia Jiucheng said, feeling a twinge of irritation. "Since we're not seeing eye to eye, this is where our conversation ends