The atmosphere within the camp was tense, like a drawn sword and a cocked crossbow. Xiao Jinlin seemed more like he was wrestling with himself, rather than radiating killing intent.
In the end, the master warrior settled his internal strife and smoothed his killing intent. He gazed at the fully alert Tang Luo and spoke lightly, "If I really wanted to take action, you'd have nowhere to escape."
There was an overbearing manner to his words, as if he had already got a hold of Tang Luo. However, Tang Luo, who had already evaluated the situation, was not swayed by such an underlying threat, his expression as calm as still water, showing disdain for argument.
Looking at the young man who still remained on guard, Xiao Jinlin shook his head and asked, "If it is a matter of collecting rent, you should name the price. How much will it cost to lease Nanping Peak and Danyang Mountain?"
"One thousand spiritual plants, ten million catties of grain."
