"Then, what remains will all be yours," Muria said in a calm tone. As expected, he saw the young man's expression change from initial dumbfoundedness to delight, then settled back to calmness, with a trace of disappointment threaded through.
"Why that expression? What? Not satisfied?" Muria looked at Jiuli, "What is merely dregs to me is, for you at this stage, a treasure beyond compare."
"If it's already dregs, what use can it have?" Jiuli muttered under his breath.
"The so-called dregs are things that are useless to me; do you think your strength is on the same level as mine?"
"No," the young man reflected on the extremely shocking battle he had just witnessed and shook his head honestly.
"Well, that settles it." Muria stood up and dusted off his hands, "Alright, find an opportunity later to let your family know that we are going to your territory to take care of this demi-god."