Meng Hao opened his eyes. He looked over Wu Chen and his sister, taking note of her antagonistic bearing. Ignoring her, he focused on Wu Chen.
“You really aren’t capable of controlling these Greenwood Wolves,” he said calmly.
“Senior, I’m not here to request control of the Greenwood Wolves,” he said, his voice filled with cordiality and entreaty. “I need your help. Wu Ali is being an intolerable bully. I have to engage in a neo-demon duel with him. Senior, I have no neo-demons that are capable of standing up to him. Senior, please save me! I beg of you to stand at my side as a Dragoneer. I’ll do anything you want, even pledge my life to you!!”
“Wu Chen, get up!” said his sister, her voice harsh.
Wu Chen ignored her and continued to stare fixedly at Meng Hao, his eyes pleading.
Meng Hao looked at him silently for a moment, his eyes glittering.
“I want the totem branding technique of the Crow Scout Tribe,” he said.
Hearing his words, Wu Chen’s sister immediately replied, “Impossible! You’re just a vassal! Such a request is preposterous!” Two totem tattoos glittered on her, indicating that her Cultivation base was at the Foundation Establishment stage.
Meng Hao ignored her, continuing to look at Wu Chen as he waited for him to respond.
Wu Chen hesitated for a moment. A totem branding technique was a Conclave magic of a Tribe. It would normally be very difficult for a vassal to acquire such a technique. According to custom, Wu Chen shouldn’t reveal such a technique to an outsider. Unless he was willing, the technique could not be extracted from him even by Soul Search. Every Conclave Tribe member was blessed with a totem, which was branded onto their very soul.
However, when he considered all the injustice he had experienced in the past years, Wu Chen gritted his teeth. A look of madness filled his face.
Meng Hao opened his eyes. He looked over Wu Chen and his sister, taking note of her antagonistic bearing. Ignoring her, he focused on Wu Chen.“You really aren’t capable of controlling these Greenwood Wolves,” he said calmly.“Senior, I’m not here to request control of the Greenwood Wolves,” he said, his voice filled with cordiality and entreaty. “I need your help. Wu Ali is being an intolerable bully. I have to engage in a neo-demon duel with him. Senior, I have no neo-demons that are capable of standing up to him. Senior, please save me! I beg of you to stand at my side as a Dragoneer. I’ll do anything you want, even pledge my life to you!!”“Wu Chen, get up!” said his sister, her voice harsh.Wu Chen ignored her and continued to stare fixedly at Meng Hao, his eyes pleading.Meng Hao looked at him silently for a moment, his eyes glittering.“I want the totem branding technique of the Crow Scout Tribe,” he said.Hearing his words, Wu Chen’s sister immediately replied, “Impossible! You’re just a vassal! Such a request is preposterous!” Two totem tattoos glittered on her, indicating that her Cultivation base was at the Foundation Establishment stage.Meng Hao ignored her, continuing to look at Wu Chen as he waited for him to respond.Wu Chen hesitated for a moment. A totem branding technique was a Conclave magic of a Tribe. It would normally be very difficult for a vassal to acquire such a technique. According to custom, Wu Chen shouldn’t reveal such a technique to an outsider. Unless he was willing, the technique could not be extracted from him even by Soul Search. Every Conclave Tribe member was blessed with a totem, which was branded onto their very soul.
However, when he considered all the injustice he had experienced in the past years, Wu Chen gritted his teeth. A look of madness filled his face.
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