At this moment, how could Chu Fei spare any thought for Sima Tianpeng's feelings? Master Chu's eyes held only Thunderfire Golden Marquis—and the fat sheep represented by those standing behind Thunderfire Golden Marquis. All he could think was: How should I carve up this fat sheep?
Why did he think that? Because of what Thunderfire Golden Marquis had said—the patient had arrived. Patient!
That "patient" was Yinglong, a True God-level existence. Under normal circumstances, who would call him a "patient"? They ought to use an honorific.
Yet Thunderfire Golden Marquis had called him that. What did that mean? There was only one answer—this was an obvious hint: fleece them hard!
Moreover, Thunderfire Golden Marquis had already said that the Red-Scaled Flood Dragon Race had clashed with this Dragon Race before, with casualties on both sides. Even if they were not bitter blood enemies, there was certainly some old grudge between them. This time, they were acting as intermediaries only because the Dragon Race's upper ranks had ordered them to. The Red-Scaled Flood Dragon Race had no choice.
And Chu Fei had thought of even more—such as the price.
Everyone knew that lowering prices was easy, while raising them was difficult.
When he had pulled the arrow from the Red-Scaled Flood Dragon Race patriarch last time, it could not be considered a business transaction. It had been political, a strategic alliance. At the time, Ascending Dragon Hall had no True God experts, and the Red-Scaled Flood Dragon Race patriarch was injured, which was equivalent to them having no True God either. Since both sides were facing Immortal Cloud Palace's attack, they had formed such an alliance.
Therefore, when they removed the arrow back then, Chu Fei and Ascending Dragon Hall had no way to calculate a price. However, they had still