"I'll speak plainly. If you're willing to stay at Demon-Suppressing Pass for a while, Mr. Li, just name whatever you need."
The effect that a fighting force beyond the Eighth Realm could have on the battlefield was beyond question.
Although this war was no different from any of the wars before it.
Qianlong nevertheless had a vague premonition that this time, the Demon Race wanted to make a big play.
Still, a guess alone could prove nothing.
Only time could prove everything.
Every war at Demon-Suppressing Pass lasted anywhere from several years to more than a decade.
It was always a tug-of-war.
So, whatever his reasons, Qianlong had decided to come here and persuade this powerful traveler in blue robes to stay.
Li Ping'an said mildly, "I have no demands, nor do I need anything. If I want to stay, I naturally will."
Qianlong fell silent for a moment, then suddenly remembered something.
"How about this? There's a shop on Vermilion Bird Street that's been closed for a long time. We could rent it to you as a place to live, Mr. Li."
At this point, without waiting for Li Ping'an to speak.
Qianlong added, "Naturally, it wouldn't be free. You killed several great demons on the battlefield yesterday, Mr. Li, and the Divine Ox killed many demon soldiers last night...
"All of those kills can be exchanged for contribution points. We could count them as two months' rent and save a lot of trouble.
"After two months, we'll calculate the rent separately. How does that sound?"
Li Ping'an hesitated briefly, then looked at Kitten and Old Ox.
"Just a moment. Let me discuss it with my Fairy and Old Ox."
"Please, go ahead."
The man, ox, and cat chattered among themselves for a while.
Finally, Li Ping'an raised his