Countless stars seemed to shine through from the cat's platinum eyes. It looked curiously at its audience and raised its foot to step on Qing Ming's head, striking a glamorous pose. But it hurriedly licked its paw, perhaps because some of the ghoul king's blood had gotten on it, a look of full-on disgust on its face.

"Well? Do you accept the trade offer or not?!" Meow Meow snapped with much annoyance.

The tribulation elders' expressions were frozen stiff, many of them on the brink of tears.

"Everyone, don't panic. It's just an illusion."

"That could be!"

"Yeah! Ghoul King Qing Ming is definitely far more powerful than that!"

However, their voices grew weaker and weaker. At their level, they could easily tell what was an illusion and what wasn't. If even they found it hard to believe their own words, there was no way anybody else could.

"You won't? Fine! Your poor sods... you don't have even a single piece of dried fish." Meow Meow took the ghoul king's head in...