"You're looking for a group of easterners! Heh, more than a month ago, we had a little conflict with some easterners. We killed every last one of them! These are spoils we took from their corpses!" Bilibili looked proudly at Ximen Feng, whose expression had changed slightly, and said calmly, "Flesh-and-blood spirit tea? I don't care much for the benefits that stuff brings, but since it's worth quite a bit of money, I had to bring out something valuable!"
Ximen Feng stared fixedly at Bilibili. "You had a conflict with them? And you killed their people?"
A tall, powerfully built, handsome young man with bronze skin walked over without a sound. He picked up the tiger-head plaque and examined it, then nodded. "He was one of our clan. A clansman with at least low-level demigod strength—at the very least, someone in charge at the level of a steward."
Setting the plaque back on the tea table, the handsome young man grinned at Bilibili. "Given the chance, I'd like to experience the strength of Demon Blade for myself."
Bilibili rolled his eyes at the young man, then gave a scornful sneer. "Sure. If you're not afraid of dying!"
Ximen Feng cast a deep look at the plaque, then turned to Mr. Mo. "Then, Mr. Bill, could you show us the strength you possess? Mr. Alda has already demonstrated the power they have. What they command is precisely what we need to know!"
Mr. Mo fell silent for a while, then wordlessly took a crystal ball the size of a fist from his sleeve. With a light flick of his finger, a screen of light spilled out from the crystal ball. Within it appeared an exquisite little manor surrounded by vast grape trellises, where several Eastern girls could be seen playing beside