"If you truly want to cooperate, then name your terms. Cooperation should be fair, shouldn't it? Or do you want me to set the conditions?" The Monkey King slowly rolled the bamboo scroll aside, set down the candle in his hand, and spoke with a meaningful look.
His face, covered in fine monkey fur, betrayed no emotion. The calm in his eyes instantly stoked Anna Yang's fury.
"You! You're just a Spirit-Focusing Realm cultivator, a wild monkey, and you dare demand equality with me!" Anna Yang's anger overflowed as she slammed her palm onto the low table.
A deafening crash resounded, scattering splinters of wood. When the table was moved, a deep palm print remained!
"Without me, you'd never break through to the Spirit-Absorption Realm in this lifetime! Is a promise—even one that might cost you your life—not worth the chance to walk the path of cultivation unhindered?"
The Monkey King lowered his head with a scornful smile. "And you? Trading something you'll never use for even a copper coin is still a profit, isn't it? Don't be too greedy!"
"You!" Anna Yang clenched her fists, her voice icy. "Do you believe I won't kill you right now?"
The Monkey King snorted coldly, glaring at Anna Yang. "You were there that night, weren't you?"
"Hm?"
"You think intimidation works on me?" The Monkey King lifted his head, baring his fangs, swinging his arms as he roared, "I despise those who hide in the shadows and spy on others! If you want to fight, I'll see it through to the end!"