Li Xijun felt a chill rise in his heart. This single conscription request would nearly empty out the Li Family. After calculating carefully, he realized the numbers had been set with precision, exactly seventy percent of their available cultivators.1

He almost instinctively reacted, unable to hide his displeasure, and blurted out, "What?!"0

Zhao Tinggui could only respond with an awkward chuckle. Li Xijun quickly composed himself and said softly, "Forgive my rudeness."0

Zhao Tinggui quickly waved it off with a faintly apologetic look. He didn't want to offend the Li Family, but these people had to be taken. With lives and legacies on the line, no amount of courtesy or sentiment could change that. He simply drank his tea in silence.0

Seeing his stance, Li Xijun had no choice but to...0