Five hundred million?!
Only an extra hundred million?
Gu Aotian nearly suspected that he had misheard.
The three Blood God Tribe elders were equally dumbfounded.
Five hundred million Sovereign Spiritual Liquid was enough to be considered a painful loss for their tribe.
But compared to their lives, five hundred million Sovereign Spiritual Liquid truly was not that much.
"No problem!" Gu Aotian agreed immediately without the slightest hesitation, looking as though he feared Wei Yang might suddenly change his mind.
"Our Blood God Tribe as well!" The three Blood God Tribe elders nodded repeatedly.
They looked utterly impatient.
Standing to one side and watching this unfold, Luo Tianshen appeared calm, though inwardly he found it a great pity.
As the Great Thousand World's hard currency, Sovereign Spiritual Liquid was something all Four Divine Clans possessed in roughly equal amounts. Their reserves generally did not exceed around one billion drops.
After all, keeping their clans running meant constant expenditure.
Yet Lord Sun Emperor had asked them for only five hundred million drops, which was already quite generous.
One of the three clans would pay four hundred million, while the other two would pay five hundred million each. It would not be enough to cause them devastating losses.
Still, the Blood God Tribe had it worse—their clan chief, Xue Lingzi, was dead.
"My lord, we did not bring that much Sovereign Spiritual Liquid with us. May we send one person back to retrieve it?" Li Wushuang asked.
"You may. Go quickly and return quickly. Do not waste my time," Wei Yang said with a nod.
"Yes, thank you, my lord."
"And take all those small fry outside with you. Do not have them standing there, offending my eyes," Xiao Yan said with a frown.
"Yes, yes, yes. We will take them away