"How could that be, Ling Xiao? I can give you Mo Cong. What is your second demand?"
Fengming Wuliang asked.
Upon hearing this, Mo Cong's face instantly turned utterly despairing.
Although he could imagine that Fengming Wuliang would definitely abandon him.
He never expected it to be so straightforward.
After all this time, his hope turned out to be nothing more than an illusion with no real meaning.
How laughable that he thought meeting this Emperor could protect the secret in his heart.
It was nothing but a waste of effort after all.
"Secondly, give me the Ice's Fury of your Ice Phoenix Clan."
"Impossible!"
Fengming Wuliang immediately rejected.
Ice's Fury may be a Mortal Spirit Artifact, and although it had been lying unused in the Ice Phoenix Clan's armory since it was too heavy and couldn't be sharpened, making it not highly valued.
Regardless, it is a Mortal Spirit Artifact, how could it be given to Ling Xiao?
"Just a broken sword, give it to him, I have decided."
