Fang Mu spoke with determination and seriousness.
"All the promises I give are verbal, and such promises cannot be counted on."
"Instead of expecting promises from me, you, the Bamboo Green Pale Deer lineage, might as well choose to trust us."
"Our side's collaboration with the Cyan Deer Tribe isn't any less sincere than your Cyan Deer Tribe's. The resources we are about to give to the Cyan Deer Tribe are genuine."
Fang Mu did not casually throw out promises, which instead reassured Deer Life.
Indeed, in this matter, our side had no choice but to trust Saint Creator Qixing, a human, since the initiative was entirely in his hands.
Naturally, when Qixing decided to control the Cyan Deer Tribe, it was also a testament to their trust in the Cyan Deer Tribe.
"Good, we, the Bamboo Green Pale Deer lineage, agree to your side's demands, but when will our collaboration take place?"
"We also want to prepare in advance!"
Fang Mu gave Deer Life another calming pill.