"How do I know if the resources you'll give me next time won't only be a third of your clan's monthly output?"
Xiao Ye narrowed his eyes, a dangerous glint flashing within them, "Looks like I have no choice but to use some heavy-handed tactics!"
"Do you still remember how you were captured by me?"
The Elf King shivered all over in terror, pointed to the sky, and said, "I can swear a bloodline oath, I'll swear to the Phantom Spirit Ancestor, from now on, all the resources I offer up will absolutely be a third, if I break this oath, I, the Elf King, will never advance to Venerable Realm in my life."
A blaze of light flared from his bloodline, illuminating the sincerity of his words.
He retracted his hand, then sulked, "Elder Xiao, you believe me now, right?"
Bloodline oaths were basically heavenly oaths; if the oath was broken, the curse would come true and manifest in reality.
Seeing him this sincere, Xiao Ye stopped pressing, stretched out his hand, and said, "Hand it over."
