"One month... three thousand people to serve as our food... we provide ten jin... of essence blood... for cultivation, are you... thinking of going back on your word?"
The devil spoke in fits and starts.
Their physiological structure meant they struggled to use language as fluently as humans, but Gu Jinlai still understood.
"We give you three thousand people each month? You give us ten jin of essence blood for cultivation materials?"
Gu Jinlai's gaze immediately turned toward Zhao Fan.
Zhao Fan was taken aback, panic-stricken, he said, "Sir, I was unaware of this, it may just be the devil trying to sow discord."
"Sowing discord?"
Gu Jinlai turned his gaze to the other Meteor Star Guards, "Is it really just sowing discord?"
Zhao Fan gritted his teeth, "Sir, I... I only know about Wang Dongyu and the Red Blood Demon Sect making deals, trading criminals, refugees, and displaced people to the Red Blood Demon Sect for profits, but I know nothing of any deals with devils, sir."
