The market is all about supply and demand.
When demand exceeds supply, it's a seller's market, and the seller calls the shots.
For people of Feng Gong and the others' status, what was the difference between a difficult and complicated disease they couldn't solve for years and a terminal one?
When Mo Qi was able to resolve these "terminal illnesses," he wasn't just in a seller's market—he was running a monopoly.
After all, he was the only one who could provide a cure. The cost was whatever he said it was!
Your money or your life—it was a no-brainer.
Although Feng Gong and the others knew Mo Qi would rip them off, they could only bite the bullet.
"Who's first?" Mo Qi asked with a smile.
With four hundred stalks of Immortal Level Spirit Medicine suddenly coming his way, it was hard for Mo Qi not to be happy.
The Hall of Envoys under Divine Master Valley was truly worthy of its name, far wealthier than his old home in the West District.
