"And just how much did Yanrong actually contribute? How much effort was put in? Wasn't it just taking credit behind the scenes? We are asking for some reasonable returns; what's the problem?"
Yelü Miaomiao's pretty face was covered in frost, like the ice and snow of a bitter winter, as she coldly said, "In that case, may I ask, General Yang Spirit Envoy, what else do you want?"
The Yang Spirit Envoy's fingers rhythmically tapped on the armrest of the chair, and his gaze toward the young girl revealed a subtle greed:
"It is often heard that Princess possesses a rare Divine Maiden Dharma Aspect. Since we are saying farewell with thanks, Princess, why not be generous... and give this peerless Dharma Aspect to us as the final reward?"
"Yang Spirit Envoy, you have quite the nerve!"
