"You had no way to leave, yet you told me to charge in. I see your guts are getting bigger and bigger—you even dared to set me up. Are you itching for a beating?" Ye Zhen glared fixedly at A-Chou the Four-legged Snake, ferocious light shooting from his eyes. The sight scared A-Chou into swallowing involuntarily.
If Ye Zhen, his master, truly lost his temper, he had a thousand ways to make him wish he were dead. Compared to Little Demon's fury, it was far more terrifying.
"No... my dearest master... wasn't I doing this all for you? You know how extraordinarily precious Spirit Void Fruits are. Not only are their cultivation conditions extremely harsh, their propagation requirements are simply harsh to the extreme!"
"To cultivate a new Spirit Void Fruit tree from a cutting, one must use the Innate Soul, flesh, and blood of at least one Mystic Palace Realm expert to nourish it before the new branch can grow into a brand-new Spirit Void Fruit tree! My dear master, think about it—how many Mystic Palace Realm martial artists would it take to cultivate a million Spirit Void Fruit trees?" A-Chou explained haltingly.
Ye Zhen raised his brows and shouted, "Are you trying to fool me? Wouldn't that mean at least a million Mystic Palace Realm martial artists, perhaps even several million, were killed for this Spirit Void Orchard? Who would be foolish enough to use the Mystic Palace Realm experts under their command as fertilizer for fruit trees?"
"But what about captives? Accumulating several million Mystic Palace Realm captives on battlefields over tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, or even several hundred thousand years should not be difficult, right?" A-Chou said.
Ye Zhen drew in a cold breath. If what A-Chou said was true, then it really was