Zhao Shou glanced at Qian Yue, then led his people in pursuit. A palm-sized green squirrel lay sprawled on Zhao Shou's shoulder.
"Fairy Ye, come with us as well! If we catch the Ten Thousand Year Spirit Herb, you'll get a share of the credit. Once we leave the Flying Immortal Ruins, I'll report it truthfully. I can't promise too much, but two Nascent Soul Forming Treasures won't be a problem."
Qian Yue spoke in a low voice, her tone brimming with temptation.
She had already gathered several fellow disciples. She was no longer afraid of the Wang Family cultivators competing with them for the Ten Thousand Year Spirit Herb, and the Ten Thousand Beasts Island cultivators also wanted to capture it.
"Two Nascent Soul Forming Treasures?"
Ye Haitang was somewhat tempted. The offer was simply too great, but so were the risks.
No matter how nicely Qian Yue spoke now, it was all a pie painted in the sky. If Ye Haitang agreed to cooperate, they would easily end up clashing with Ten Thousand Beasts Island. If a fight broke out, the Wang Family might not come away unscathed.
Ye Haitang did not want to be drawn into the rivalry between major sects. The risk was too great; they might end up as cannon fodder.
"Fairy Ye, without our Ten Thousand Swords Sect, you wouldn't even have been able to enter! One must know gratitude. We're merely asking you to help capture the Ten Thousand Year Spirit Herb. Could it be that your Wang Family isn't even willing to lend the Ten Thousand Swords Sect a hand? Sect Leader Uncle gave you five slots, and this is how you treat us? I wonder what Sect Leader Uncle would think if he learned of this."
Qian Yue's gaze turned stern.