"I'll definitely accompany you!"
Facing Yuann Yinying's threat, Ye Zhen replied these four words neither humbly nor arrogantly. Yuann Yinying knew his threats wouldn't scare someone as audacious as Ye Zhen.
With a cold snort, Yuann Yinying dragged the Five-clawed Silver Dragon, now nearing unconsciousness from excessive blood loss, and flew off into the distance.
"Great Deacon Yi, today's battle, I must trouble you. This is but a small token, not enough to express my respect. I ask Great Deacon Yi not to refuse."
As Ye Zhen's voice rang out, ten specially crafted large barrels, each containing a hundred jin of Five-clawed Silver Dragon Essence Blood, flew from his hands towards Mountain God Yi Xun.
Mountain God Yi Xun pondered for a moment, then nodded, "This is my duty. However, since you're so considerate, I'll accept it."
