Xuanye raised his teacup and took a gentle sip as he looked at Miroku, his left eye already transformed into the Golden Rinnegan.
"I'm not negotiating with you, Miss Miko."
"I have never failed to obtain something I wanted. Neither you nor your people can stop me."
"I came today only to give you a choice. Will you accept all my conditions, or will you be forced to accept all my conditions?"
Under the gaze of that legendary Rinnegan, Miroku felt every hair on her body stand on end, as though she were facing some unimaginable terror.
Still, she maintained her outward composure and said awkwardly:
"Aren't you... being a little too domineering?"
Miroku did not know how to describe what she was feeling.
Moryo was a hot potato, but only the mikos could keep him suppressed.
In other words, Uchiha Genya was not trying to seize the Land of Demons' property. If he truly had the power to deal with Moryo, Miroku would actually be delighted to hand him over.
But whenever Moryo went berserk, a miko had to sacrifice her life to suppress him. If Uchiha Genya failed, she would be the one to die.
The mikos who had gambled on such chances in the past had rarely met good ends.
"Really? I think I'm quite reasonable. After all, you might be able to hide your connection to Moryo from others, but you can't hide it from me."
Those words from Xuanye made Miroku tense up again.
This was not the fear of being watched by a natural predator that she had felt earlier, but the involuntary anxiety of having her innermost secret exposed.
Seeing her reaction, Xuanye smiled and said, "The power of the mikos and Moryo's utterly evil power oppose each other. Neither can exist without