Seeing both men looking at him, Hou Niao spread his hands. "Split the pearl into three pieces? I doubt anyone would agree. Let one party take it, and the other two won't agree. Fight it out? The monks think they have the numbers, the Daoists think they have the skills. Actually, I'm willing, because I'll certainly be the one laughing at the end."
They all fell silent. The Sword Cultivator had spoken very plainly. Everyone thought they could win, but if they really fought, who dared claim they would certainly have the last laugh? They were essentially evenly matched. The monks had one more man, the Daoist's Taiji Void-Born Circle could not be countered, and the Sword Cultivator's sword was too fast...
Hou Niao spoke meaningfully. "Your silence means there's still some sense in what I said. If we consider that some other blind fools from other factions might come looking, fighting one another here would be the stupidest thing we could do. After putting in so much, does anyone want to hand the pearl over on a platter?"
Jia Ye sighed. "What do you mean, Accompanying Rong?"
Tan Xiao grew impatient. "If you have something to say, say it. If you have a fart to let out, let it out. Stop dragging your feet and keeping us hanging."
Hou Niao pointed down below. "Actually, we've all forgotten something. There are really four parties involved in dividing up the pearl. Even if we think letting the Winged People natives have it would be squandering a heavenly treasure, that they could only use the Earth Spirit Pearl to nourish their mountains, rivers, and spirit fields... we have to admit that they were its original owners. Heaven bestowed it on them!"
He put on a helpless air. "None of us can accept