Emperor Yan's Overture of Friendship

"This time, I admit defeat. But Wufeng, I did not lose to you—I lost to the Chaos City Lord," Emperor Yan said in a low voice.

"Of course. This is also thanks to the City Lord." Emperor Wufeng cupped his hands toward Lu Yunhe beside him.

He understood this well enough. No one could ignore a force that could nearly overwhelm an Emperor.

"I agree to this transaction, but I hope the Chaos City Lord will not help Wufeng again in the future." Emperor Yan stared intently at Lu Yunhe.

He could barely endure this kind of tactic once. If it happened again, he would go mad.

"That will not be a problem. On your Floating Island, Flowing Light Spirit Milk is the only thing worth my attention. After this transaction, I probably will not come again," Emperor Wufeng said.

Flowing Light Spirit Milk was quite effective for him, but only the first few doses were useful. Any more could only be left for his descendants.

Otherwise, he would not have asked for merely a dozen or so drops. He would have insisted on emptying Emperor Yan's entire stockpile.

"No problem!" Lu Yunhe said calmly. "Emperor Yan, give me one portion of each of the other spirit milks on your island, and I will have no interest in coming here again."

"Damn it!"

Hearing the Chaos City Lord's words, Emperor Yan cursed inwardly. This cultivator was no better either, taking advantage of the situation to extort him.

Although the items were not particularly precious, the act itself made him extremely unhappy.

"Fine!"

Emperor Yan took a deep breath, suppressing his irritated emotions. He had made up his mind to send these two away first.

"Chaos City Lord, this is yours!"

With a wave of Emperor Yan's hand, a treasure resembling