Lin Liping knew very well that although Jiang Xinghai was usually all smiles and jokes, his eyes held a firmness and determination, as if he truly believed he was worth a hundred million.
"But, Jiang Xinghai, you're a Divine Doctor. Isn't a hundred million a bit too little?" Lin Liping teased.
"So you also think a hundred million doesn't match my status, huh?" Jiang Xinghai said with a smug smile.
"Of course. You have heaven-defying medical skills, know Alchemy, and are a Martial Arts expert. If you ask me, your status should be worth at least a billion—no, at least ten billion to start," Lin Liping said, this time in earnest.
Jiang Xinghai smiled. "Unfortunately, right now, someone's only offered a hundred million for my head."
"You're not telling me this is actually real, are you?" Lin Liping asked, hearing his tone turn serious.
