The Candle Dragon smiled lightly.
"Demon Lord, from a certain perspective, we should be on the same front, right?
That Holy Court is our common enemy."
"Though that's true, even close brothers keep clear accounts, don't they," Xu Zimei replied.
"If you had destroyed the Holy Court in your era, there wouldn't be so much trouble,"
The Candle Dragon replied regretfully.
"But you obviously had the power at the time, yet still spared them."
"The previous Demon Lord," Xu Zimei murmured to himself.
"In his eyes, the only enemy was Heaven.
As for the people of the Holy Court, they were just rats barely surviving under his hand.
Do you care about a rat?"
"No, but a rat can spoil a pot of soup, right?" the Candle Dragon laughed.
"Name your price!"
Xu Zimei knew he was referring to the Myriad Water Streams as the price.
"You should understand, this is a priceless treasure for your Fire Tribe," Xu Zimei said.
"But for you, it's worthless, isn't it?" the Candle Dragon replied.
