Regardless of how things turned out, it was fortunate that Mu Hanyan was not the stubbornly dogmatic type one might have imagined. However difficult such people were to deal with, they were simply a bit greedy; there were always ways to handle them. Pang Dezong felt much more relieved and took a sip of tea to calm himself.
"Isn't Senior Pang an Alchemy Master? In that case, just casually bringing out ten or eight Alchemy Treasures will do." Mu Hanyan was blunt in his request.
"Pfft!" Pang Dezong spewed out his tea. He hadn't yet suppressed his initial shock, and here came an even greater one. Did he think alchemy was like forging iron, something you could just do on demand? Not to mention the precious Meteorite Gold Ore, the complexity and intricacies involved in refining were beyond the imagination of ordinary people. Ten or eight pieces? You might as well rob someone... Oh right, this lad's sky-high demands were practically a robbery.
