"This doesn't include the fact that the heir of the Duke's Mansion colluded with the Demon Cult to destroy a city of the Monet Dynasty."
"Oh, right. Speaking of the Demon Cult, I recalled something else."
"Previously, your dynasty framed the Monet Dynasty of colluding with the Demon Cult. This hurt not only the Third Prince's reputation, but also the prestige of the entire Monet Dynasty's royal family."
"This sum, coupled with the sum of the heir of the Duke's Mansion, will be worth 70 million spirit stones. I won't wipe away the remaining 30 million. Bring me 800 million spirit stones and I'll let you go."
Seeing Gong Ziliang spread his hands and make an eight, Ping Xiu could not suppress his injuries anymore. His eyes rolled back and he was about to faint on the spot.
Just as his consciousness sank into darkness, in front of him, he vaguely saw the expression on Gong Ziliang's face become flustered.