Master Yuan Zheng nodded, and said proudly, "As long as you are prepared. Get ready, we are leaving soon."
"Alright then, what sacrifice do you want?" Lu Sheng talked mentally with the Wei River Sword. "What sacrifice do you usually have?"
"Slaves, criminals, beasts, livestock. I don't have a big appetite, so 20 or so people per year would do," the Wei River Sword said in a low and weary voice. "Can you not be so brutal? That squeeze hurt like hell. Why are you so strong, anyway?"
Lu Sheng ignored his questions, and again asked, "Any other options?"
"You could join the battle—the essence blood of Devils works even better. Three to five should do," the Wei River Sword added.
"Per year?"
"Per three years."
"Good." Lu Sheng nodded. The lesser the requirement, the less trouble he'd have to go through for sacrifices.