"Three Ancestors, please take this Demon Blade and those miscellaneous items," Wang Shouzhe said with cupped hands. "Please do not decline. In this battle that turned the Wang Clan's fate, not only did we suffer no casualties, we also gained such a tremendous harvest—all thanks to the majesty of the three Ancestors."
Ancestor Ruhong and the others exchanged glances, all feeling that Shouzhe truly knew how to conduct himself.
Then Ancestor Ruhong of the Chen Clan spoke. "Since Shouzhe is willing to look after our allied clans by marriage, we shall not refuse. However, the spoils from this demonic cultivator must be divided into four shares. Each of our four clans gets one."
Just as Wang Shouzhe was about to speak.
Ancestor Mang said, "Enough, Shouzhe. Say no more. Our three clans have already taken advantage here. If your Wang Clan does not take a share, how could we possibly show our faces?"
Ancestor Mingsheng echoed him from the side.
"Then our Wang Clan's share will go to Brother Zhong," Wang Shouzhe decided after a brief moment of thought.
He was the clan leader, as well as the undisputed overall commander of this battle. Naturally, all post-battle matters, including the distribution of spoils, were for him to decide.
Zhong Xingwang froze, then hurriedly declined. "Brother Shouzhe, there is no need for me to take any. I came purely to lend a hand."
"You must take it," Wang Shouzhe said sternly. "If you do not, you may make it seem as though your relationship with the Wang Clan is especially close, or as though you alone are particularly loyal. But how would that make the other Ancestors who accepted spoils feel?"
"Spoils and the sharing of benefits must be divided clearly and plainly. What one ought to take, one must take