The commander of the Chiyan Army looked at the half-tiger head in Yi Chen's hand and exchanged a glance with Feng Linsu, their hearts filled with shock.
A severely injured seventh-layer demon of the True Person Realm is not something any random cat or dog can provoke.
Moreover, this criminal was a tiger demon, naturally endowed with unparalleled strength, far exceeding that of rats and weasels of the same level.
"Paying more is not a problem, Taoist. Join the Chiyan Army; money, Cultivation Techniques, resources, none of it is a problem," the army commander, quite the sly fox, his eyes grew intense, his speech persuasive and forceful.
A competent leader is a master at using affirmative and negative statements, and the commander's Tai Chi push hands sent the ball rolling back again, revealing a delicacy that didn't match his appearance.
Thankfully, Yi Chen wasn't aiming for that.
