"Third, fourth? You..."
A trace of hesitation appeared on Asutai's rough face, one that did not resemble a youth's.
No matter how dull-witted he was, he suddenly recalled something Mr. Fu had once taught him.
—Wei people had many who were skilled at scheming, capable of swindling someone to death without owing them a thing.
If this masked Wei man before him kept making demands of him, wouldn't he be at someone else's mercy for the rest of his life?
So after hesitating for a moment, Asutai asked somewhat cautiously, "Do you... have... a fifth thing?"
Chen Yi raised his brows slightly, understanding his thoughts, and asked with a smile, "I thought you Barbarians were truly single-minded."
"What? If I kept making demands, were you planning not to fulfill our previous deal?"
Asutai's face instantly flushed dark red, and he stammered without being able to say a word.
He had wanted to say that the men of the Barbarian Tribe, who believed in the Panda Heavenly God, were all iron-boned and sky-reaching.
Even without Mr. Fu's teaching that "a gentleman's word cannot be chased down by four galloping horses," he would still honor his promise and never break his word.
Chen Yi shook his head. "Don't worry, there are only these four things. As for more things..."
He looked Asutai over, then shook his head again. "With who you are now, you are far from qualified."
In terms of strength, Asutai's physical power was only equivalent to that of an Eighth Rank Realm martial artist.
In terms of background, he was merely the unfavored heir apparent of the Black Bear Tribe.
In terms of brains, whether he even had any was still debatable.
If he did not still have some use at this moment, Chen Yi would never have chosen