Hearing this, the Ancient Kings' expressions changed slightly. This asking price was by no means low—draining a Little Deceitful God dry would only yield about a dozen portions.
"This price is simply too high. It is merely a method; we must still prepare the relevant materials ourselves." For the first time, the Profound Celestial Ancient King frowned. He even dropped the friendly 'young friend' moniker, stating bluntly, "Let us not haggle back and forth. How about this: a flat rate of thirty portions."
"You are all grand figures, why haggle like me?" Su Chen waved his hand dismissively. "That is far too low. Eighty portions, at the very least."
"One never knows the hardships of managing a household until they are the one in charge. These are all ancestral legacies painstakingly accumulated by our predecessors." The Profound Celestial Ancient King offered a bitter smile. "Fifty portions. Not a single one more."
