"Impossible to agree to your terms?" Ling Feng smiled. "Leader Camille, there are some things you really shouldn't put in such absolute terms!"
Camille said decisively, "Anything else is fine, but this one thing, I absolutely, absolutely will not agree to! I, Camille, will never sell myself out!"
Ling Feng smiled. "Then there's nothing I can do. I can only go help the Holy Spirit King. I'm sure the Holy Spirit King will offer me a deal I'm satisfied with."
Camille froze. Ling Feng was going to help the Holy Spirit King? How could he possibly go help the Holy Spirit King—this had to be a joke, right?
Seeing Camille's shocked expression, Ling Feng said calmly, "Camille, I think you've forgotten one thing right now. The Saintess and I are not members of the Angel Race, so we have no need to fight and die for the Angel Race. We only have one goal: whoever gives us the greater benefits, that's who we'll help."
