"Not enough."
The man in the bamboo hat lifted his chin slightly and said in a low voice, "This time, we want five Third-Turn Treasure Pills and one Fourth-Turn Soul Condensing Pill."
"This Gu Zheng... he's worth that price!"
"Is that so?" Blind Chen opened his mouth, his long, slender, blackish tongue darting out to lick the corner of his lips. "Fine. Bring him to me first, and I'll verify the quality of the merchandise. Remember, I want him alive! A dead body, no matter how valuable, is only worth a single Third-Turn Treasure Pill!"
"Understood."
The man in the bamboo hat lowered his head again and chuckled softly. "We'll bring him to you within three days."
With that, he tapped the ground with his toes, leaped into the air, and flew out of the dilapidated courtyard.
"Heheheh~"
