"Leader Xia Hong!"
Soon, Yuwen Dao tossed over the sealed bag of Cold Beast blood.
Xia Hong reached out and caught it steadily, estimating it to be about thirty or so pounds.
Considering the previous handling of low-level Cold Beasts, and estimating from the size of an Intermediate Cold Beast, the blood volume seemed about right.
After receiving the blood, Xia Hong did not leave immediately. He looked at Yuwen Dao, his expression gradually becoming solemn, and spoke in a deep voice:
"Since the misunderstanding tonight has been resolved, I shouldn't say much. However, Brother Yuwen, as you yourself just mentioned, you also believe that our two camps should maintain good neighborly relations, then please, help me convey a few words back.
The previous Rodent swarm incident was entirely a misunderstanding, and any discerning person can see clearly that we, of the Great Xia, have no intention of bearing a grudge against the Mirror Immortal Camp.
