"How much?"
Turning his body to the side, Xie Changling forcefully suppressed a glint in his eyes and lightly stroked his short beard beneath his chin. "Do you know what Sorrowful Breeze is? It is listed at number forty-seven on the Great Xuan's forbidden medicine register as a fierce poison! Even a cultivator in the Dao-Entering Realm, unless he constantly activates his protective Body-Protecting True Gang, would fall upon sensing it. You think a mere fifty thousand Dao coins can make me forsake the conscience of a medicine practitioner?"
Shaking his head with a sigh, Xie Changling maintained a serious expression and repeatedly waved his hands.
What conscience? You simply want more!
Cursing profusely in his mind and considering the profits he could gain from monopolizing the Sword Talisman sale rights, Wu Lincong gritted his teeth. "Fifty-five thousand! That's as far as I can go."
"Alas, you still don't understand what I mean..."
"Take it or leave it."
