Observing Aunt Thirteen's expression, it doesn't seem like she's joking.
Luo Yang further probed, "Miss Aunt Thirteen, what grievances do your Shi Sheng Palace have with Japanese ninjas?"
Aunt Thirteen disdainfully said, "Even if I tell you, it won't help! Now, do you want to cooperate with our Shi Sheng Palace? If you value your life, don't refuse."
With such domineering words, Luo Yang's interest faded.
"Miss Aunt Thirteen, forgive me for saying something slightly offensive. You need to know, there are plenty of people who want the Blood Devil, not just your Shi Sheng Palace, lots want to cooperate with me, like Jiuyang Hall." Luo Yang replied.
"Are you saying you don't want to cooperate with me anymore?" Aunt Thirteen coldly asked.
Without benefits, Luo Yang naturally didn't want to associate with her.
Their acquaintance was shallow; if they were good friends, it would have been a different story.
"Are you trying to get something for nothing?" Luo Yang sneered.
