"However, this Holy Son won't help you for nothing..."
Murong Huai naturally needed to collect some interest for Spirit Hall, after all, Spirit Hall had suffered considerable losses in this battle.
At that, the Desolate Sun-Swallowing Demon and the Primordial Desert-Splitting Viper exchanged a glance. The latter nodded.
"That's only natural. If Spirit Hall is willing to help us, then all our past grievances with you will be wiped clean."
"Hey, I don't care in the slightest about the grievances between Spirit Hall and the Cangwu Desert. The strong prey on the weak—that's simply the law of survival. So what you've offered has no value at all." Murong Huai rejected the offer without hesitation. He wasn't about to accept something utterly useless.
"Then what do you want?"
At that, Murong Huai held up three fingers. "First, your Cangwu Desert must have seen plenty of Soul Beasts die over the years. You've surely accumulated quite a few Spirit Bones, too. Those things should be of no use to Soul Beasts like you, so I want every Spirit Bone you've collected."
"Every Spirit Bone? Your appetite is far too big!" the Desolate Sun-Swallowing Demon said with a cold snort.
"Agreed." The Primordial Desert-Splitting Viper nodded in assent.
"Good. The second condition: the Cangwu Desert must have countless treasures of heaven and earth and rare medicinal herbs. These should be useful to Soul Beasts as well. I won't ask for too much—I want seventy percent of the total."
Hearing Murong Huai's demand, the Desolate Sun-Swallowing Demon was the first to lose its temper. "Arrogant! Don't even think about getting seventy percent. If we give it to you, how are the Soul Beasts of the Cangwu Desert supposed to grow quickly?!"
"Agreed," the Primordial Desert-Splitting Viper said.
"Brother, you can't. This..." The Desolate Sun-Swallowing