"How do I know that the resources you give me next time won't be one-third of your tribe's monthly production?"
Xiao Ye squinted his eyes, a dangerous glint emerging, "It seems I must resort to strong measures now!"
"Do you remember how you were captured by me?"
The Elf King shuddered all over, pointing to the sky and said, "I can swear a bloodline oath to the Phantom Spirit ancestor that the resources I present in the future will definitely be one-third, and if not, I, the Elf King, shall never break through to the Supreme Realm."
A dazzling light emerged from his bloodline, illuminating the truthfulness of his words.
Withdrawing his hand, he resentfully said, "Elder Xiao, do you believe me now?"
A bloodline oath is equivalent to an oath to the heavens; if the oath is not fulfilled, the curse becomes reality.
Seeing his sincerity, Xiao Ye no longer pursued the matter, extending his hand, "Hand it over then."
The Elf King gave an awkward smile.
