"The Seventh Heaven? Is it for that mortal?" another elder asked, raising an eyebrow.
"If you're thinking of recruiting him, we've already sent someone," another replied. "The Young Lady is there as well—there's no need for you to go personally."
Tian Yuexing's father shook his head and sighed.
"Do any of you even understand what sincerity is? We're talking about a mortal who not only qualifies as a Sword Emperor, but whose talent points to a future without limits."
"But to send the head of the family so soon… we might come across as desperate," someone else remarked.
Once a background or individual reached a certain level of influence and power, there was little left to pursue but reputation. At that point, face became everything—an asset so valuable that countless experts would willingly risk their lives just to preserve it.
"So what if we lose a little face? If it helps us surpass that arrogant Celestial Family, then it's a small price to pay!"
