"Oh?"
Zhou Yuan's eyes burst with a cold gleam, "You mean you only wish to enjoy the cultivation resources of the Zhou Alliance, but are unwilling to work for it?"
His patience was not good, and the old fellow in front of him was clearly looking to oppose him, so this was the last chance he was giving Song Yurong.
If he failed to recognize the situation, then he was pushing Zhou Yuan to take action.
"I never said that, but if you insist on understanding it that way, there's nothing I can do!"
A contemptuous cold smile played at the corners of Song Yurong's mouth.
His gaze did not shy away from Zhou Yuan; the word 'provocation' might as well have been written on his face.
"Smack..."
Zhou Yuan slapped the table and rose, his aura exploding outwards, his expression grim as he said, "In that case, the Zhou Alliance does not keep idlers. Someone like you, who only knows how to take without giving anything in return, get as far away from me as possible!"