"That is not what I meant," Lin Changheng said, shaking his head to show it wasn't about the Spirit Stones.
"I've been direct and open, so I won't hide anything. If you have any respect for me, Mr. Li, just state your conditions. Lay your terms on the table," Yi Jitian said with a sudden smile, clearly not wanting to speak in riddles any longer.
"Very well."
Lin Changheng pondered for a moment, then said, "I can forgo the additional Spirit Stones. However, the roots of the Coiling Phoenix Grass are of a particular use to me. If you, Mr. Yi, can agree to let me sever the roots, and you take only the main stalk—which is all that's needed for medicine—then we can finalize this transaction."
"What do you say, Mr. Yi?"
Lin Changheng had directly stated his true objective.
Keep the roots, and trade the main stalk.
