“…”
Hearing Jiang Beiran’s answer, the Bó Yí fell silent once again. This prompted the Táowù beside it to pace back and forth a couple of times before asking Jiang Beiran, “That doesn’t sound like what you told me earlier.”
“The meaning is the same. I am giving you an opportunity, but whether you can seize it is up to you.”
The Táowù listened and once again revealed a pensive expression, as if seriously contemplating Jiang Beiran’s words. But Jiang Beiran knew very well that its walnut-sized brain was definitely incapable of thinking up an answer, so he could only give it a look of concern.
At this moment, the Bó Yí spoke, “This does sound very good, but on what grounds can you guarantee that those cultivators will not act against our clans?”
“You probably wouldn’t believe me if I just told you with words. How about this, I will gather all the strongest cultivators among the humans, and we can all talk face-to-face. How does that sound?”
The Bó Yí was clearly stunned upon hearing this. A pair of large eyes on its back stared intently at Jiang Beiran as it asked, “Who… are you, exactly?”
“The person who will bring peace to the entire Mysterious Dragon Continent.”
“Huh? Aren’t you the Sacred Envoy who will lead us exotic beasts to defeat the humans?” the Táowù at the side immediately said.