Using Spirit Hall's resources to support himself-now that was truly catching a white wolf with empty hands.
Once Xiong Shaoqing thought this through, the last trace of misgiving in his heart vanished like smoke.
Far from being angered by Bibi Dong's mockery, he gave a composed smile.
"You're right, Your Holiness. The strong devour the weak. As I am now, I'm indeed not qualified to confront you head-on." Xiong Shaoqing shrugged, but his eyes held absolute confidence that he had her firmly in his grasp.
"But you also know that the secret method is in my head. If you won't agree to these three conditions, feel free to kill me right now. Let's see whether Spirit Hall will have to keep exhausting itself against the Soul Beasts' backlash forever."
Xiong Shaoqing stepped forward, his burning gaze pressing into Bibi Dong's exquisite purple eyes. Lowering his voice so only the two of them could hear, he spoke suggestively. "I know what you want. Take me with you and agree to my conditions."
"I guarantee you'll get a Spirit Hall far beyond your imagination... and a genuine miracle."
Hearing his arrogant yet thoroughly confident words, Bibi Dong narrowed her deep, cold purple eyes slightly and stared at him for a long time.
Xiong Shaoqing was the first man in the world who dared negotiate terms before her, even brazenly claiming he would give her a "miracle."
"Very well. I agree." Bibi Dong suddenly chuckled, her smile as beautiful as a poppy, dangerous and alluring. "I won't touch a single hair on your sweethearts' heads. Spirit Hall will provide all the fine food and wine you want."
"As for that secret method... I'll listen to you this once. But if you dare play any tricks, I'll teach you what it means to be