Damn it!
Why the hell is this happening!
If he'd initially gotten involved because of Ruchen's persistence and a guilty conscience, Zheng Xiu's attitude had subtly shifted when he learned that Cotton Shedding had reappeared after twenty years.
"I will solve this Cotton Shedding problem for you. Like the Alchemist from back then, I am a man of Spirit Communication."
The old man was overjoyed. "Really?" But his joy quickly faded, replaced by a worried frown. "However, the ancient records say that the Alchemist back then was still burned."
"It doesn't matter. If I can't solve it, you can burn me then," Zheng Xiu said, his tone devoid of joy or sorrow. "In exchange, however, I wish to receive payment for my services."
"You want money, too?" Xiaozhao's voice suddenly rose as he interjected.
