"I, Chu Zhou, am not begging to cooperate with the Snake-People Tribe!"
With that, Chu Zhou strode into the Snake-People Tribe's sacred hall.
Mo Baxi glared viciously at Chu Zhou, his voice booming like a bell. "Chu Zhou, can you say that with a clear conscience?"
"Her Majesty generously permitted you to use the medicinal stockroom's resources because she valued your potential. Our Snake-People Tribe had no objection."
"You achieved success in refining grade four pills, and we had nothing to say against that either. Taking two-thirds according to the rules was only fair, and our Snake-People Tribe still appreciated your contribution."
"But for our Snake-People Tribe to obtain a single Fifth Grade pill, we must pay more than enough resources to refine three. Do you know how much ten whole pills are worth? We could trade them with the Jia Ma Empire for enough resources to raise several tribespeople to Dou Ling strength."
"If you had only asked for one or two, this meeting would never have been called. But before proving you could refine Fifth Grade pills, you took ten at once, all of different kinds, then showed no results for half a month. How could you convince everyone or put our minds at ease?"
His words rang with righteousness, and there was indeed little fault to find with them. Many of the Snake-People Tribe's leaders nodded inwardly.
They were willing to invest in Chu Zhou, even to put up resources first and take a gamble, but his taking ten Fifth Grade pills at once had upset the balance in their hearts.
Mo Baxi's challenge voiced the concerns of some conservative members and leaders of the Snake-People Tribe.
By now, quite a few snake-people had gathered in the square, their gazes fixed on Chu Zhou and Mo Baxi.