"To you high-ranking human cultivators, low-ranking cultivators are no more than ants and weeds—there are as many as you want. But spirit stones and all manner of spiritual resources concern the cultivation of us Willow Snake Clan members."
"You humans wish to use weeds to trade us for precious cultivation resources. Your wishful calculations are quite loud indeed."
"A massive outflow of cultivation resources will inevitably weaken our clan as a whole. It may even leave us unable to produce another eighth-rank Demon King in a thousand years, thereby shaking the very foundations of the Willow Snake Clan."
"Yet Silver Willow King and several other Demon Kings were actually tempted by the terms offered by those humans. They truly have no foresight at all—shortsighted as rats, caring only for present pleasures and never considering the Willow Snake Clan's long-term interests."
The Crimson-Scaled King's voice was icy, laced with intense fury.
"Crimson-Scaled King, your judgment is wise. Those terms were proposed by those human cultivators and have nothing whatsoever to do with me," Song Wen hurriedly distanced himself from the matter.
"You humans... are all cut from the same cloth!" The Crimson-Scaled King ground her teeth.
Then she closed in, pressing up before Song Wen. Both hands seized his collar, and with a fierce rip, she tore it apart.
Song Wen's muscular chest was immediately exposed.
She pressed both palms against his chest and shoved hard.
Song Wen felt an immense force strike him. His body flew uncontrollably through the air, sailing dozens of zhang before crashing into the pool within the cave dwelling.
Before he could make any move, a thick snake tail coiled around him, winding around his legs. Along with it came a cool, soft body.
The pool water churned, scattering droplets that soaked the rocks along