Mo Lianshan was displeased. Tang Yan's blunt tone was an outright challenge to the Mo Lineage's dignity.
With a cold snort, Mo Lianshan said, "Leader Tang, your proposed division is indeed unfair."
Tang Yan drew a deep breath. Since the Mo Lineage won't keep things civil, I'll oblige you.
"Young Master Tang's division is indeed unfair. Without Young Master Tang stopping Ming Ze, this operation would have failed completely! Young Master Tang deserves the greatest credit. Even with Mingyou Valley's territory, thirty percent is far too little. I believe Young Master Tang should receive at least seventy percent!"
Just as Tang Yan was about to summon Zhu Jingkong, an aged, resonant voice suddenly rang out. An old man descended from the sky with three young people.
"Old Master Shen!"
"Senior Shen Shan!"
"The Artifact Pavilion!"
Cries of astonishment rose from all around Mingyou Valley. The way everyone looked at Tang Yan abruptly changed. This fellow actually had connections like these?
"Motherfuckers, with the Fengyun Clan here, who dares lay a hand on my Brother Tang? A mere Mingyou Valley thought itself worthy of wiping out my brother's faction?
"What's this old bastard barking nonsense here for?
"With your paltry intelligence, you couldn't devise this scheme to cross the sea under heaven's nose in ten lifetimes. One look tells me it was my brother's work. My brother deserves ninety percent of the credit for eliminating Mingyou Valley. Besides Mingyou Valley's territory, the resources will be split one to nine. Any objections?"
An arrogant voice rang out. The Mo Lineage was seething over who it could be, but when they looked up, they saw Feng Chenye in white, waving a folding fan as he strolled toward them.
Though his swagger practically begged for a beating, the two King Rank experts behind him