"My dear consort, speak."
Cui Xiabing looked somewhat conflicted. She glanced at her tied-up master and then at the calm Zheng Yi.
She could only give her master an apologetic look and began to speak:
"Your Majesty, we cultivators respect the heavens and the Heavenly Dao the most."
"Three thousand years ago, during the Spiritual Qi Tide, the Heavenly Dao gave a warning, leading cultivators to have greater reverence for it."
"All cultivators swear by the Heavenly Dao, gaining absolute constraint."
"If one breaks the oath, one's Daoist Foundation will be damaged, hindering one's cultivation for life, and it may even lead to sudden demise."
"Thus, the Heavenly Dao Oath is made when forming alliances among cultivators, becoming Daoist Companions, or making agreements, rarely broken lightly."
"I see."
Zheng Yi's eyes flashed as he said, "Xuan Jizi, although I may not know the value of a Tier Two Spirit Grass, it certainly isn't as cheap as ten Spirit Stones you've mentioned."
