After Gu Dongliu and his group arrived, they stood in an area not far away. Clearly unafraid of Tang Yuyan, they had decided to get a piece of the action.
"Miss Tang, how about we split today's opportunity fifty-fifty?"
Gu Dongliu spoke with a smile.
He obviously knew how formidable Tang Yuyan was. Otherwise, if it had been other Immortal Lords, he would have driven them away long ago.
"Why should we split it evenly? We were here first!"
Tang Yuyan said coldly.
Pointing at the Blood-colored Mist that blotted out the sky and covered the earth in the distance, Gu Dongliu said, "Deep within that Blood-colored Mist lurk extraordinarily terrifying fiends. If we tear off all pretense and turn hostile, the commotion alone will alert those fiends. When that happens, none of us will obtain this opportunity."
Then, changing the subject, he said, "On the other hand, if we cooperate, we can both remain safe and obtain the opportunity. Why not?"
His words made the expressions of the Tang Clan immortals shift between light and dark, leaving them stifled and helpless.
There was no other reason. What Gu Dongliu said was the truth!
"We can divide the opportunity, but we must take seventy percent."
Tang Yuyan's words were chilling. "Otherwise, there is nothing to discuss."
"Seventy percent?"
Gu Dongliu frowned, and the smile on his face faded. "No. It must be split evenly. I respect Miss Tang, but don't mistake that for Gu being easy to talk to!"
The atmosphere instantly grew even more oppressive, like drawn swords and taut bows!
Suddenly, a voice resonant as morning bells and evening drums rang out:
"For such an opportunity, all who see it have a share. Naturally, this humble monk should be included as well."
Along with the voice came Monk