Three days had passed since the Heaven-Supporting Sect camp was breached.
In the guest hall of the Silver Light Island camp, Luo Fu was receiving several cultivators. All of them were Tier Nine, male and female alike. Each was either a Garrison Envoy or Deputy Envoy of a sect camp, and without exception, their camps were all located near Silver Light Island.
Qi Shi had warned him beforehand, so the moment Luo Fu saw them arrive together, he knew what they had come for.
Sure enough, they had all come to inquire about the Scaled Flood Dragon. They offered that if Silver Light Island was willing to command the Scaled Flood Dragon to help them seize enemy sect camps, the gains would be divided forty-sixty: four for them, six for Silver Light Island.
The message Zou Qi had sent out before his death had taken effect. Not only were the nearby Myriad Demon Ridge forces now deeply wary of Silver Light Island, but even some on the Vast Sky Alliance side had believed it. That was why they had come to discuss joining forces with Luo Fu.
Luo Fu had the will but not the means.
If Silver Light Island truly could command the Scaled Flood Dragon, there would be nothing to discuss. They could absolutely work with these factions, take down several Myriad Demon Ridge camps, and divide the various gains afterward. Wouldn't that be wonderful?
The problem was that they simply could not command the Scaled Flood Dragon. Someone else was the one who could truly command it.
Yet Luo Fu could not say so outright.
Left with no choice, he could only swear a Heaven's Mystery Oath and tell them that Silver Light Island had captured the Heaven-Supporting Sect camp entirely through good luck, and that the