"Shen Clan? Have you heard of them?" Xu Mu asked mentally.
"No!" came the reply.
The Black YuanYing shook its head.
"There's no record of them in the information you received?"
"If there were, I would have told you!" retorted the Black YuanYing. "What's your next move?"
"I'll do what needs to be done!"
Xu Mu stated, "Allow me to use the Pool of Creation. I promise not to cause any harm. Regardless of what you say, I won't stop."
"Don't push your luck!"
The ethereal voice responded angrily.
"These are my conditions, or we continue as we were," Xu Mu responded with unyielding resolve.
The voice on the island fell silent for a moment, pondering, or perhaps consulting.
"I can agree to your terms, but you must swear an oath first!" it said finally.
"Agreed!"
If he didn't swear an oath, the other party would never trust him. It was a compromise on both sides.
