Mu Bai's earnest persuasion was merely an attempt to lure the snake out of its hole. The Xishui and Zhimu tribes had long considered joining forces to cut a passage through the Shuhuan Mountain Range, but after Mu Bai had splashed out several million Soul Crystals to buy more than half of Ximu City, neither tribe was willing to sew a wedding dress for someone else.
Sure enough, Xi Hong revealed their intentions. "Brother Mu, what you say makes excellent sense, but a project of that scale would take years. I fear our Xishui Great Tribe could hardly sustain it."
Zhi Cun seized the opportunity to agree. "This land is barren. The nearby commoners and cultivators could not scrape together many Soul Crystals either. Our hearts are willing, but our strength falls short."
That was precisely what Mu Bai had been waiting for. Now that they had reached the heart of the matter, he might as well speak plainly. "The two tribes will recruit the manpower, and I will cover all the project's expenses!"
Mu Bai rose, holding his wine as he looked at everyone. "Agreed?"
Everyone looked rather startled. They had only intended to squeeze a few million Soul Crystals out of him, never expecting him to make such a sweeping declaration.
"Good!"
"It's a deal!"
Xi Hong and Zhimu agreed in unison. The elders of both tribes seated there also looked delighted and nodded repeatedly.
"But I have one condition. No matter how far Ximu City expands in the future, one-third of it must belong to me!"
Although he possessed a Soul Crystal Vein, making Soul Crystals seem to fall from the sky, Mu Bai had no desire to be a sucker.
After a brief consideration, Xi Hong could not help sneering. "Brother Mu, even if we agreed