"Old Devil Slayer, you might have misheard me. I said you have to give me two thousand premium Spirit Stones first, or else how can I trust you? After all, this is the Magical Sea, and no one can guarantee you won't kill me while I'm weakened from breaking the Formation!"
Wandering Daoist looked at Old Devil Slayer as if he were an idiot, a playful smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.
In this Magical Sea, if you want to live long, besides having high cultivation, you must trust no one.
Sure enough, upon hearing Wandering Daoist's words, Old Devil Slayer and Northern Black Eagle were slightly stunned, clearly not expecting such a demand from them!
Two thousand premium Spirit Stones, divided between them, meant each had to give only a thousand. Although the amount wasn't much, they still hesitated slightly.
"We can give them to you, but can you guarantee to break this Formation?"
Old Devil Slayer stared at Wandering Daoist, asking disbelievingly.
