Fan Lang knew exactly what the Chief Manager wanted.
All this currying favor was nothing more than a scheme to obtain the Supreme Golden Scripture.
How could an Innate Cultivation Method like the Supreme Golden Scripture be handed over so casually? Even if this feast were ten times more lavish, it would not be worth even a fraction of the Supreme Golden Scripture.
After several rounds of drinks, Fan Lang spoke bluntly. "Chief Manager, frank people do not beat around the bush, so I'll speak plainly. I know exactly what you want, but the Supreme Golden Scripture is no trivial matter and cannot be passed on lightly. Even though I borrowed the Fragmented Gold Sheet from you, I can't simply teach you the Supreme Golden Scripture in return. Besides, you only made an exception and lent me the Fragmented Gold Sheet because the dean gave the word. The person I should truly thank is the dean. Of course, I won't eat this feast for nothing. I'll still give you something in return. Tomorrow, I'll use the Supreme Golden Scripture to communicate with the universe and help you comprehend various laws. How much you benefit from it will depend on yourself."
Upon hearing this, the Chief Manager's expression changed several times. He was disappointed at first, then hopeful.
How could one possibly obtain an Innate Cultivation Method of this level so easily? A price had to be paid.
"Since you've made things clear, I won't beat around the bush either. That's right, I do envy this Supreme Golden Scripture, and I want to learn this Peerless Divine Art from you. Anyone would treasure a Peerless Divine Art like this. Forget passing it on to outsiders—even one's own disciples might not receive the entirety of it. A gentleman does not take what