What Are You Still Thinking About?

"I only agreed to meet the Divine Envoy out of respect for Yinghuo, but you cannot bully us too far."

Within that pavilion, the meeting between the Demon Race of the South Sea and the Demon Race of the Far West appeared to be far from pleasant.

The gaunt old man sat at the head of the room. When neither pleased nor angered, he was like a tranquil deep sea; when his expression darkened even slightly, he became like raging waves and tempestuous billows, making one feel suffocated at once.

Opposite him sat the Divine Envoy in a bronze mask. Faced with such near-boundless pressure, it was impossible to tell whether the face behind that mask was suffering. Yet the pair of exposed eyes remained calm.

It was Huo Tianya who waved a hand and smiled. "Sea Master, do not be angered. Let us speak properly. Everything can be negotiated."

At his persuasion, the Sea Master finally withdrew his pressure.

The scene looked somewhat strange. A meeting between sea demons and land demons required a human to mediate between them.

Only after the Sea Master withdrew his pressure did the Divine Envoy slowly speak. "Now that Abbot Dayu of Cloud Tower Temple has suppressed the South Sea with the Myriad Dharma Lotus Platform, not a single one of your sea demons can show its head, much less come ashore. While we do have a way to help you lift the blockade, it will not be easy and will entail enormous risk. Asking for the Sea-Swallowing Demon Gourd as compensation is not excessive."

"Do not think I do not know what you intend to do. What we seek is the same thing..." the Sea Master said heavily. "Let us lay our cards on the table. We are fundamentally competitors. There can