"Are you going to give it to me or not?"
"I am not!"
"No room for discussion?"
"None whatsoever!"
In the center of a tranquil Celestial Lake, surrounded by the Ten Directions Celestial Peak.
Within an elegant pavilion at the lake's heart.
The Blood Demon Master, Deng Yin, sat across from a middle-aged Daoist with long black hair, a long beard, and a gaunt face.
Faced with the Elder Master's sudden visit and blunt demand, Qing Li Master kept his hands tucked into his wide sleeves, his eyes half-closed. He projected an air of keeping others at a distance, leaving absolutely no room for negotiation.
He couldn't even be bothered to spare Deng Yin a single glance.
"A few tattered scrolls of cultivation insights in exchange for my Taiyin Mother Qi?" Qing Li Master lifted his head slightly, snorting through his nose and shaking his head repeatedly. "Senior Brother Blood Demon, isn't this a bit of a low blow?"
His words were laced with clear displeasure.
