The Bottom Line Was Made to Be Broken

Xi Longxuan glared at Zhao Mingyuan and said coldly, "Rest assured. Our Phantom Star Sect isn't like those Evil Cultivators of the Demon Shadow Palace, who have no honor and no bottom line."

"Once the Heavenly Evolution Secret Realm opens, so long as the people of the Great Zhao Dynasty don't cause trouble, I can guarantee that no one in the secret realm will take the initiative to target them."

Xi Longxuan spoke with indignation written all over his face.

Giving up ten percent of the places was no great matter.

After all, even when the secret realm opened, the Phantom Star Sect could not send that many disciples inside.

But give up any more, and the Great Zhao Dynasty might turn the tables and take over as host... That would be real trouble.

"Your guarantee, Brother Longxuan? Heh! Forty percent. That's the lowest I'm willing to accept!"

Zhao Mingyuan rolled his eyes, making no effort to hide his distrust of Xi Longxuan.

"You... don't think your appetite is too big? Twenty percent. That is the most I can promise!" A cold glint flashed in Xi Longxuan's eyes.

Zhao Mingyuan met Xi Longxuan's gaze without the slightest fear.

"A big appetite calls for a big meal, doesn't it? Forty percent. Not one place less!"

For a moment, their gazes collided like sparks of lightning, locked in an invisible struggle.

"Thirty percent!"

Shen Miaoyin suddenly spoke, drawing the attention of Xi Longxuan and Zhao Mingyuan.

Zhao Mingyuan narrowed his eyes, his gaze sharp.

"Fellow Daoist Shen, I made myself clear. Forty percent... is my bottom line, and the Great Zhao Dynasty's!"

His words had barely fallen.

"Bottom line?" Shen Miaoyin shot back without hesitation. "Isn't a bottom line made to be broken? You can refuse... Two Heavenly Evolution Tokens may not