Destroyed?
Chen Yan stared blankly as Li Yun tucked the thinner portion of the Blade Manual into his armor for safekeeping, while the other half fluttered into his arms like a battered giant moth. His mind had completely crashed.
What was this great demon doing?
Didn't he want this Blade Manual?
Why had he torn it apart?
And after tearing it up, he had even returned the remaining half?
What was this supposed to mean?
Could it be that even demons understood not to drain the pond dry?
That robbery couldn't be too thorough, or there would be nothing left to rob next time?
"This half of the Blade Manual is for you, but it isn't free." Li Yun's expression remained blank. Like a prerecorded machine, he spoke each word slowly and distinctly:
"Go back and tell whoever is in charge that they must trade Mythic-quality material, [Imprint Clay], for it."
"M-Mythic-quality material!?" Chen Yan nearly choked on his own saliva.
He must have expended too much in the battle just now, to the point that he was hallucinating.
Otherwise, how could he have heard such an outrageous exchange demand!?
A strange Blade Manual in exchange for Mythic-quality material?
And this Blade Manual had fucking been snatched from Chen Yan's hands in the first place!
He might as well just rob them outright!
Oh...
These monsters were already looting them anyway...
Li Yun paid no attention to the unnatural expression on Chen Yan's face and continued on his own:
"If you cooperate, once I obtain [Imprint Clay], I will cease the slaughter and leave with the monsters."
"Furthermore, I will give you something else of equivalent value."
"Uh..." This time, Chen Yan found it much more reasonable.
Setting aside the possibility that the monsters would go back on their word.