"What? You want me to offer all the Night Wind Soft Iron?" Ning Zhuo furrowed his brows deeply upon hearing this.
"I'm just delivering a message." Zheng Hua raised his hands, showing his innocence.
"This is an order from your Ning Family's Golden Pill Ancestor. Ning Zhuo, my young brother, from my perspective, you have no means to refuse."
"Alas, according to our previous discussions, this Night Wind Soft Iron was intended for crafting."
"Now that such a large gap in materials has appeared, will you still continue to build your Mechanical Monkey?"
Zheng Hua intentionally asked, provoking and goading Ning Zhuo.
"Oh, by the way, it was someone from your Ning Family who informed the Golden Pill Ancestors that you possessed Night Wind Soft Iron."
"She is Ning Xiaohui!"
"Ning Zhuo, my young brother, in my opinion, you'd better give in to your family's main branch. Otherwise, such schemes, such hidden daggers, will continue to find you in the future."