"Zou Jiao, contribute your Yuanzhen Stones," one of the prodigies suggested.
"Why should I? If I refuse, do you dare take them by force? The Guardian Official won't allow private fights here." Zou Jiao's expression darkened.
"Heh, our big brother's Yuanzhen Stones are no less than yours. Although you'll probably have the right to choose next time, she won't, will she? If you don't plan to give us your Yuanzhen Stones, then when the next High Venerable comes, we'll choose her as our opponent whenever we get the chance." Another alien prodigy sneered at Bai Yan.
"You..." Zou Jiao gritted his teeth, but soon said, "She and I are only passing acquaintances. Threatening me with her is meaningless."
"Whether it means anything or not, you know best. This Stone-Washing Ship is a blind box. The High Venerables outside have no idea whether there's any cargo here, and those who've suffered losses are even less likely to kindly remind the other High Venerables that this place guarantees a minimum haul. They'll only tell others what good things have appeared here." The leading prodigy spoke in a chilly voice.
How could Zou Jiao not know what they were plotting? For a moment, he was rendered speechless.
"Enough, Zou Jiao. We're doing this for your own good. We won't just try to persuade you, after all. Having cargo and having none means the difference between danger and safety. The less cargo there is, the better it is for you," another prodigy reminded him.
"The end of the contest is when the cargo runs out and the warehouse is sealed. When that happens, none of us will survive! Me included! But if I don't give you my Yuanzhen Stones, I might still be able to gather enough!" Zou Jiao's face turned livid.
"Heh, if