Temporarily Deposited with Them

Di Jun fell silent for a moment before speaking in a hoarse voice.

"They... want three Innate Spiritual Treasures."

"Whether we win or lose this battle, we have to give them up."

"What?!"

The cheers in the Great Hall came to an abrupt halt.

Emperor Taiyi slammed a hand against the armrest, practically exploding with rage.

"Three Innate Spiritual Treasures?! Why don't they just rob us? Those bald vultures taking advantage of our crisis!"

"Brother, you didn't agree to them, did you?!"

Di Jun looked at his furious younger brother and slowly, heavily nodded.

"I agreed."

"Brother! How could you agree?!" Emperor Taiyi could hardly believe his ears. "Every Innate Spiritual Treasure of our Demon Clan is stained with the blood of our clansmen! Why should we hand them over for nothing to those two scoundrels who only know how to hide behind the scenes and scheme against others?!"

"Taiyi!" Di Jun abruptly rose to his feet, cutting him off with an angry shout.

"Do you think I wanted to agree?!"

"But if we didn't, did we have any other choice?!"

"Tell me, who in the entire Primordial Wilderness can help us besides them? Those barbaric Wu Clan fools, or the Mystic Gate that sees us as thorns in their eyes?!"

Di Jun's voice echoed through the Great Hall, filled with endless exhaustion and unwillingness.

Emperor Taiyi was instantly silenced.

He opened his mouth, yet could not say a single word.

Yes, they had no choice.

Di Jun looked at the silent crowd, took a deep breath, and sat back down upon his throne. This time, however, his back was ramrod straight.

"These three Innate Spiritual Treasures can be considered... temporarily deposited with them by our Demon Clan."

His gaze swept over Emperor Taiyi as he enunciated each word.

"Taiyi,