"Little brother, if you trust your big brother, you can bring him to me."
"When the time comes, I'll talk to him. Don't worry, the negotiations will naturally put you first. I'll have them deliver the goods to you, and you'll be responsible for handing them over to me."
"I won't accept any goods that haven't passed through your hands."
"That way, things will be more efficient, and it'll also give you someone to lean on outside. Otherwise, if you run into a Quasi-Saint expert someday, it won't be easy to deal with."
"If you refuse, that fellow might come looking to cause you trouble."
"Don't worry, little brother. You're my little brother—I won't kick you out."
"If you're uneasy and don't agree, then forget it."
The Spirit King slowly spoke as he stroked his chin.
At those words, a sharp glint flashed through Ye Lin's eyes.
What did the Spirit King mean by this?
The meaning was simple.
Yet this also indirectly proved that Wang Mingyang had been right—the living beings of the secret realm were very greedy.
They were desperately in need of living beings.
"I understand, big brother. Next time, I'll bring him here."
In the end, Ye Lin still nodded and agreed.
After all, the Spirit King was right. He had openly refused Wang Mingyang this time, so that fellow naturally would not let the matter rest so easily. Who knew what trouble he might cause him in the future.
With a force guarded by a Quasi-Saint, if that fellow truly set his heart on causing him trouble, it would not be easy for Ye Lin to handle.
"Mm. Bring him here, and I'll talk to him."
"If there are any more people like him in the future, you can bring them all over."
"But don't