"What? You want me to offer up all the Night Wind Soft Iron?" Ning Zhuo furrowed his brows deeply upon hearing this.
"I'm just here to deliver the message," Zheng Hua waved his hand, indicating his innocence.
"This is a decree made by your Ning Family's Golden Core Ancestor. Ning Zhuo, my young brother, from what I see, you have no grounds for refusal."
"Alas, according to our previous discussion, these Night Wind Soft Iron were meant for artifact refining."
"Now that there's such a large gap in materials, will your Mechanical Monkey still continue to be crafted?"
Zheng Hua intentionally asked this to provoke and stir Ning Zhuo.
"Oh, right. Let me tell you, it was someone from your Ning Family who told the Golden Core Ancestors about your possession of the Night Wind Soft Iron."
"It was Ning Xiaohui!"
