Truly worthy of being the King of Ancient Ferocious Beasts!

Even Hou himself was momentarily stunned—

What medicine was this Daoist selling in his gourd?

Why was he being so generous to Hou and the zombie clan?

"The terms are tempting... but there's no such thing as a free feast in this world."

Hou understood this clearly: the more lavish the promise, the heavier the burden one would have to bear behind it.

He had already silently prepared himself, waiting for Li Tian to speak.

A trace of unease stirred in his heart: just what hard bone did this unfathomable Daoist intend to make him gnaw on?

"Clever! Worthy of the king of the ancient primordial ferocious beasts."

Li Tian gave a slight nod, quite satisfied with Hou's reaction.

"Enough nonsense!"

"State your terms."

Hou knew full well that, if possible, he did not wish to discuss any cooperation with this Daoist—not even a little.

But reality lay before him—he had no choice.

In name, it was an equal transaction, but if he dared shake his head, the situation would turn upside down in an instant.

This Daoist's cultivation was unfathomably deep. He would never allow Hou to simply walk away.

At that point, he would become a puppet "voluntarily under duress."

Rather than end up like that, it was better to bow his head of his own accord and gain a little room to maneuver—fighting for some tangible benefits for himself and for the zombie clan.

Hou was, after all, a king among ancient primordial ferocious beasts.

Yet every living being of the zombie clan was descended from his bloodline.

The power that should have been under his control was now scattered everywhere.

Naturally, he would not let go easily.

More importantly—

Just as Li Tian had said, the outside world no longer had a place for him.

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