Xiao Mu was silent.
The distribution of spoils of war should indeed be in accordance with personal contribution. Unfair distribution will ultimately breed resentment.
Wang Tong chuckled bitterly, looking at Xiao Mu, carefully negotiating, "Master, I know you are superior. But, isn't one-to-nine a bit too much? What about changing it to two-to-eight?"
Xiao Mu pondered for a while, "That's fine. However, when you encounter the Blood Demon, you must immediately charge forward as shields, even if it means death, you should never retreat. If you dare to run away, I will kill you first."
Upon hearing this, cold sweat trickled down Wang Tong's forehead. He chuckled bitterly again, "Seems like Energy Crystals aren't easily earned. One-tenth of the Energy Crystals requires risking life... However... "
Clenching his teeth and steeling his heart, he said, "Fortunes come with danger. Let's do it!"
