Great Venerable Latan knew the request was a little outrageous, but it spoke with complete candor.
"Everyone knows you're in a hurry to leave, so I'm offering you a mission quota."
It had to be said, the Mò Race really was not stupid. They were very good at analyzing all kinds of pros and cons, and they could seize certain opportunities too.
The problem was that their cleverness was only petty cleverness. Not only were they shortsighted, they also rarely managed to examine themselves correctly!
"No need for it to offer anything," Qu Jianlei shook his head. "We don't care for it either. Its planet hasn't come under attack, so we're not taking this job."
It was just one Out-of-Body quota. Was that so hard? What he hated most was someone who got a bargain and still acted aggrieved!
Great Venerable Latan was not surprised. From its understanding of cultivators, that old friend of its was basically indulging in wishful thinking.
It expressed its second intention—I want to go help that fellow, so I'll have to trouble all of you to look after matters on my homeworld.
Asking others to look after things could not just be empty words, but Latan had already paid a fine to the cultivators before, and still owed an external debt.
It said that if anything happened, everyone could take action first, and it would absolutely acknowledge the debt in the future—Lazhan could serve as witness.
In truth, the reason it was going to help in the battle was not just because they were close, but also because it was burdened by fame.
Right now, the three Great Venerables, Lalu, Lazhan, and Latan, had become far too famous among the Mò Race.
They had followed the cultivators in reversing the great war, and before that,