"Since you surrender, give us these Immortal Grasses," Jun Mu Yang said calmly as he walked toward the leader of the Storm Rocs, stating his intention without hesitation.
"Didn't you hear what my master said? Is this how you show surrender?" Xiao Qiu crossed his small arms, rolling his eyes with clear dissatisfaction as he noticed the Storm Rocs made no move to comply.
"This…" The Storm Roc leader hesitated. He didn't have the authority to give away what existed in this place—he was merely the leader of today's patrol team.
At first, he had assumed they would be forced into forming slave contracts. After all, in every world, it was widely believed that beasts were born to serve others. Beasts like the Storm Rocs were seen as a low race with inferior bloodlines, nothing like the dragons and phoenixes that stood atop the hierarchy.
