Delivery

Bai Di, who had been listening in silence, suddenly asked, "What do you want us to do to trust our sincerity?"

"Sincerity…" Xue Ling thought about it calmly. "Why don't we do this? If you can solve the problem of our feather race's low fertility rates, not only will we agree to move, but we'll also help you mine."

As soon as he said this, everyone present froze.

Shuang Yun was the first to react. He slammed the table and said angrily, "What does it have to do with us if you can't have children? Why should we be responsible for helping your feather tribe manage such a trivial matter?!"

Xue Ling said, "I don't care. In any case, I've said my piece. If you can accept it, we'll continue talking. If you can't accept it, we'll part ways."

Shuang Yun wanted to say something else, but Huanhuan pulled his wrist.

She shook her head at him. "Calm down. Leave this to me."

Shuang Yun was skeptical. "Can you do it?"