Next to Brother Moo, stood a male disciple from Skies Pavilion. His forehead tightened and seemed unhappy about Brother Moo's suggestion of letting the ladies go.
"Spill it! What’re your terms?"
The patronum of the Pavilion of Divinity asked the other party, biting her pinkish lips.
The man, who the others addressed as Brother Moo, snorted coldly before saying his terms, "It's simple. Except for that fat b* tch, all of you ladies will take off your clothes and dance here in front of all of us! Then we will spare your lives, how about that?"
Aha! Brother Moo, that's an excellent idea!
Hahaha! A good one! I, too want to witness what is hiding beneath these noble and pretentious ladies of the Pavilion of Divinity. It would be fun to see them dance, haha!"
The male disciple from before laughed out loud upon hearing Brother Moo's terms and conditions. Excitement and anticipation were burning in his eyes.
"Dream on, you b*stards! We, the disciples of the Pavilion of Divinity, would rather die than do such a thing!"
The female patronum was so angry after hearing the terms that her face immediately turned white. The request from these donkeys were simply too much.
"We won't do it! I have always known that the disciples of Skies Pavilion are shameless and without dignity, but I never thought that you would be this shameless!" The female disciple, who beamed at the idea of the other party letting them go just now, shook with fury and disbelief.
Initially, she thought that the other party would only ask for the martial resources that they had collected such as spirited stone or grass, then they would be spared. However, little did they expect for the other party to ask them to do such a thing. If that was the condition, she would rather die
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