"Add money?"
Yao Tian Huo's soul phantom jolted violently in midair.
As if Xiao Yan's words had startled him, his voice suddenly rose several octaves.
It was full of disbelief and indignation:
"How do you expect this old man to add money?"
"Even this old man's underwear is conjured from Spiritual Power now!"
Xiao Yan rolled his eyes at him, somewhat speechless.
"Senior Tian Huo does have quite the sense of humor."
"But you misunderstand, Senior. Xiao has no interest in those yellow and white things!"
Six-colored Flames leaped from his fingertips!
The dancing flames illuminated Xiao Yan's face.
They lit up the black prison:
He revealed a mouthful of gleaming white teeth and said with a smile:
"Simple. Senior Tian Huo only needs to accompany me in Central Continent for two years."
The smile on Xiao Yan's face deepened.
As though he were laying out a grand blueprint:
"Join my professional team, the Central Continent Dragon Gang!"
He paused, then chuckled to himself before correcting his words:
"Help me seize the position of Central Continent Leader—oh, no."
"The position of Central Continent Dragon Head!"
As he spoke, he suddenly lowered his voice and leaned closer to Yao Tian Huo.
"Benefits galore. Eighth-grade Pills refined free of charge!"
Yao Tian Huo's phantom suddenly froze as if it had been nailed in place.
His formerly steady aura abruptly became chaotic.
"Boom!"
The old fellow's soul fluctuations surged like raging waves.
They directly shook dense cracks into the metal within a hundred feet.
"Two years?!"
Yao Tian Huo's tone suddenly shot upward, filled with disbelief.
"Just those terms?"
"Do you brat know the price for an Eighth-grade Alchemist to make a move even once?"
As he spoke, he suddenly darted to the tip of Xiao Yan's nose.
His illusory beard nearly poked