"Ten! A hundred thousand!"
Yin Jian's eyelids twitched. Ling Feng was clearly asking for an exorbitant price!
"What's wrong, is there a problem?" Ling Feng shrugged, nonchalantly saying, "Of course, you don't have to get treated. I couldn't care less."
Yin Jian felt a pang of pain in his heart, cursing Ling Feng for being a bloodsucker. Fortunately, Conquest Points couldn't be used for private transactions; otherwise, this bloodsucker might have scraped away all his Conquest Points.
"No... no problem."
Yin Jian took a deep breath. His left eye possessed the power to foresee fortune and misfortune, and if it could be healed, then a hundred thousand Contribution Points would definitely be worth it.
Thus, Yin Jian gritted his teeth and gave Ling Feng his remaining seventy thousand Contribution Points, along with a spiritual medicine for Body Refining, equivalent to thirty thousand Contribution Points.
