章 1422: What Mercy?

Li Yao seemed to have been slapped in the face by the monk. He found it hard to believe. "Food, medicine, and clothes? M—Master, are you trading the demon core for stuff to help the victims?"

Holding an enormous bull's head in his hand and with a greasy mouth, Master Bitter Cicada smiled and said, "That's the least I can do."

Li Yao did not know what to say. With complicated feelings, he pondered for a moment and said solemnly, "Master, I don't want to waste my time negotiating with you. It doesn't matter at all even if I offer my demon core to you. However, there is one condition that you must agree to!"

"Oh?" Master Bitter Cicada's eyes were shining. The pity on his face dispersed for a moment, as if the sunshine was beaming out of the broken, dark clouds. He looked even more handsome and extraordinary than before, for only one moment. Then the next moment, the vague bitterness flowed up again. "What's your condition, Master Spiritual Vulture?"