"I agree, but you have to swear a primordial spirit oath that you aren't setting me up." Ye Zhijian came to Ma Jun's door and spoke to him across the long wooden corridor.
Ma Jun did not answer. He simply shut the door, and a cold voice came from inside.
"Do you really think we have to rely on an early Spirit Transformation cultivator like you?"
"You only learned about it by accident. If you dare leak the news, you won't have a place to stand anywhere in Soul-Repelling City." After saying this, Ma Jun gave a somewhat helpless laugh.
How had someone like this managed to survive in the Barbaric Wastes?
He had come knocking of his own accord, demanding a share of their treasure, and now he wanted them to swear primordial spirit oaths?
"All right, you don't seem to be lying to me, so I'll join you. But once we succeed, if there are plenty of Void Return Fruits, can I have one?" Ye Zhijian asked again.
"That depends on how much you contribute. If you do nothing, you'll only get a Three-Jade Divine Essence Pill." By now, Ma Jun was growing impatient.
He was beginning to suspect that Ye Zhijian had no treasures at all and little worth squeezing out of him.
"I'll ask you one last time: are you coming or not? If you hadn't happened to see it, I would never have invited you. Consider this payment for keeping your mouth shut." With that, Ma Jun glared angrily at Ye Zhijian.
Only after enduring his stare for a while did Ye Zhijian finally nod.
"I'm coming!"
"Then wait for my message. You can contact me with this token. Once we reach that place, we'll leave the ark." Ma Jun took out a token and