Mysterious Origins
Shang Chenzong said nothing. He merely narrowed his eyes and quietly clenched his fists as he watched him.
At that moment, Nangong Hongxuan, who had been silent all along, stepped forward and asked coolly, "How exactly do you intend to discuss this cooperation?"
Shang Chenzong looked at the two men coldly. After taking a moment to quell his anger, he said, "If you can lead the members of the Nine-Headed Snake Race out of the Desolate Plains safely, the Nine-Headed Snake will owe you a favor."
As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Xinpeng and Nangong Hongxuan exchanged glances. They both saw a hint of something hidden in the other's eyes.
Jiang Xinpeng then reined in his earlier look of disdain and nodded with a smile. "In that case, let's cooperate. However, the condition for joining is that you follow our orders. That's a rule all our allies must abide by, not just your Nine-Headed Snake Race."
Shang Chenzong's expression darkened. He knew that once they entered the Desolate Plains, if a battle broke out or a particularly dangerous mission came up, his people would undoubtedly be sent to the front lines to bear the brunt of it. The casualties would be heavy.
But did he have any other choice? If they didn't join this group, how would they find their way through the vast wilderness? And if they couldn't get out, what difference would the end result make?
With that thought, he stopped hesitating. Since he had no choice, he could only grit his teeth and agree.
Seeing him nod, Jiang Xinpeng couldn't help laughing. He turned to the people around them and said, "Everyone, you have half an incense stick's time to decide. Once it's up, I'll lead everyone into the Desolate Plains!"
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