"Hehehehe." Listening to Pei Yan's unequivocal refusal, Xila sat in her seat, continuously sneering and mocking, "At the end of the day, isn't it just that you think our offering is not enough?"
"Precisely!" Facing the mockery, Pei Yan candidly replied, "It's not that we're being unreasonable. The returns we gain from such a major affair do not remotely match the costs we have to bear. The divine artifact you offer may appeal to me, but I cannot allow my brothers to bleed and fight merely for my personal gain, you understand?"
"Understood!" Xila clapped her hands as she stood, pretending to leave. After walking a few steps to the door, she suddenly seemed to remember something important. She stopped, turned back to Pei Yan, and said with a half-smile, "If interests can't move your hearts, what about hatred?"
"What do you mean by that?" Pei Yan was taken aback, puzzled by the words.
