Upon hearing Cheng Zongyang's words, Lin Youfeng's expression relaxed considerably. A faint smile touched his lips as he said,
"Excellent, Fellow Daoist Luo. Just as Steward Baili said, you're a refreshingly frank person, so I'll be direct. I have no intention of prying into the source of your backer's Foundation Establishment Pills; that is, after all, a secret. However, I would like to ask if you can provide a long-term supply of these pills."
Cheng Zongyang's expression remained impassive, but inwardly he thought, 'I knew they'd ask this. Good thing I prepared for it on the way here.'
He deliberately paused for more than ten breaths, as if in deep thought. Then, with a slightly troubled look, he slowly began to speak.
