Roguemist deeply doubted whether Serratewind had any moral character to speak of.
The shadow demon harrumphed. “Fellow daoist, I have no reply to that. Where’s the basic trust between two fellow demons?”
Roguemist rolled his eyes until only the whites showed. He completely ignored the entreaty, because no such thing existed in the first place.
“Okay, alright. We will absolutely not split up the spoils until you come. All of us will get an equal share per head—you’ll certainly get what you deserve.”
Roguewind snickered. “No way! I’m not putting in any less work than you. Why should I get only a small sliver?”
“What do you want, then?”...