Marks Are Great

Chen Luo said nothing, merely reining in the aura around him.

"There was no irreconcilable enmity between us."

Stone Spirit Ancestor stomped on the ground. Spiritual power flowed from his sole into the earth. The stone layers liquefied and writhed, and the maze destroyed by their clash visibly restored itself. When it came to repairing structures, the Stone Spirit Race possessed an innate advantage.

"On the contrary, we might even become partners."

The writhing stone liquid formed a stone table and two stools beside them. Stone Spirit Ancestor even took out a tea set and placed it on the table.

The two had been fighting to the death just moments ago, yet in the blink of an eye, they were sitting at the same table drinking tea. That was the treatment granted after one's strength was acknowledged. Only powerhouses of the same level could sit together. In the eyes of Stone Spirit Ancestor, an old monster who had lived for over eight thousand years, only two members of the entire Demon Race were worth his notice.

One was Ancestor Gui, who had lived even longer than he had. The other was the sophora tree spirit that had undergone Spirit Transformation countless times.

Including himself, the three of them were the three oldest old monsters in the Demon Race. Even the Seven Great Demon Saints were a cut below them. Without taking the 'Dao' into account, Stone Spirit Ancestor believed he could fight three of them at once.

"Cooperation?"

Chen Luo had not expected the old fellow's attitude to change so quickly. He had not even finished avenging his grievances, and this man was already talking about cooperation. Was he not afraid Chen Luo would set him up?

"I will compensate you for your dead subordinate, and I guarantee the replacement