Jiang He studied the old Daemon Monkey from head to toe with a rather weird gaze.
The old Daemon Monkey laughed sillily, embarrassed from the stare.
"Brother, if this was the case, why didn't you just give me the fragments and suffer a meaningless beating?"
"I assumed that you want the principal divine stone… it is the greatest treasure of our clan that has birthed sentience, following countless years of worship—how could we sell it?" the old Daemon Monkey justified, though his tone changed as he took out eight stone fragments of varying sizes. "These are fragments of the Divine Sky-Mending Stone, each of which are priceless in value… but since we've had the privilege of meeting, I shall reluctantly part with these and sell them to you, Brother."
What do you even mean, 'reluctantly part'?
Jiang He complained even as he sneaked a look at the Divine Sky-Mending Stone fragments.
