"How can I get you to help me?" Zhang Heng asked.
"Nothing you do will help," Isis said. "Unfortunately, you don't have anything I need. I don't know what that little Succubus told you, but if this were Egypt two thousand years ago, helping you might have been no more than a simple favor. But now, even a treatment like this comes at a considerable cost to me. It will also affect the income of my health club. Do you know how much I make in a day now?"
"If it's money, I can make up the difference," Zhang Heng said.
The financing for the wellness tea had already begun. Its nature was similar to Isis's health club, but under Han Lu's management, its ability to draw in money was far beyond anything Isis's health club could match. Compared to before, he would merely transfer part of the money meant to be exchanged for points directly to Isis.
However, Isis shook her head at that. "Money is indeed a good thing. In today's society, nothing can be done without it, or I wouldn't be running a health club. But I already said this isn't just about money. Treating your friend will consume my divine power. You should have heard about the current situation by now. Relations between the New Gods and the Old Gods have never been this tense. War could break out at any moment. At a time like this, everyone is trying every possible way to increase their own strength. Who would be willing to spare divine power to save an unrelated mortal? Not just me. If you seek out other gods capable of saving your friend, they won't help either. You Chinese have an old saying: no matter how good money is, you still need to be