As cultivators, they were not afraid of fighting three major alien races at once—they had gone to war with even more races before.
The question was whether it was necessary. Cultivation was not only about fighting and killing; it was also about human relationships and worldly dealings.
When they encountered resources they absolutely had to fight over, there was nothing to discuss. But under normal circumstances, cultivators were not war maniacs.
"Even setting the trade aside, you are still suspected of ambushing and killing us!" True Venerable Wen Xian shook his head and spoke slowly.
"Don't talk to me about your promises. That stuff isn't worth half a spirit stone!"
"I'll still pay the compensation I promised!" Seeing that the other side's tone had softened, Great Venerable Latan immediately seized the opening.
"Chop off one leg," True Immortal Jin Ge said. "Let it learn its lesson!"
He had also seen that Wen Xian had no intention of killing it, but trying to muddle through? That was impossible!
"I agree," True Venerable Min Ning said coldly. "It's already at Soul Projection anyway. It doesn't count as much of an injury."
"Immortal Venerables, spare my life," Great Venerable Latan was truly anxious. "The Mò Race isn't like cultivators. Regrowing severed limbs is very difficult!"
"And we are still fighting two major races to the death. My combat strength is needed."
"If my limbs must be maimed, I hope it happens on the battlefield against alien races!"
"Tch. When you were snatching opportunities, why didn't you think of the alien battlefield?" True Venerable Han Li snorted disdainfully.
But he really had no interest in arguing over this trivial mess, so he looked at Qu Jianlei. "Little Qu, you say something too."
"Let's see how much compensation it can produce," Qu Jianlei said. He