Having brought the subject to a simple close, Xiao Tianyang immediately had someone summon Long Xiaoyao inside.
After all, he was an outstanding figure of his era.
Even if they had begun on opposing sides, it did not matter.
As long as he remained on Douluo Continent, he could not escape Xiao Tianyang's control.
Moreover, Long Xiaoyao himself was not some utterly vile criminal.
Xiao Tianyang knew very well what the other man wanted.
He also knew that once one of his conditions was met, winning him over would become incredibly easy.
But was it really that simple?
At least, Xiao Tianyang believed Long Xiaoyao was not the crux of the matter. Ye Xishui was.
The tent flap was lifted, and Long Xiaoyao walked in with somewhat unsteady steps, his expression seeming rather haggard.
However, he did not omit the necessary formalities just because he was injured.
On the contrary, the moment they met, he intended to kneel and speak with Xiao Tianyang.
"I don't have such rules here."
Xiao Tianyang said with a pained expression, "Besides, your kneeling won't affect my final decision."
The reason for his pained expression was not Long Xiaoyao's arrival, but the bowl of medicine he had drunk.
Smacking his lips, he said, "Rong'er, could you add some rock sugar next time?"
"Otherwise, let's not brew the medicine so bitter."
Duanmu Rong picked up the bowl and said with a soft laugh, "Sir, haven't you heard that good medicine tastes bitter?"
Xiao Tianyang could only shake his head helplessly before turning to Long Xiaoyao.
"My conditions are simple. First, disband the Holy Spirit Cult."
"Second, every member of the Holy Spirit Cult must stand trial, and their fate will be decided according to the crimes they have committed."
"Third..."
He suddenly got stuck, then craned