Inside a Super Battleship gleaming with cold, flowing metal, Zhong Yong, a leading figure among the great financial clans, said, "Send a dose of the Longevity Elixir I use to Little Chen."
A middle-aged man hesitated upon hearing that. "Do you mean the Longevity Elixir... or the health-preserving elixir?"
He feared the old man had misspoken. The former was outrageously valuable, requiring all manner of strange minerals and rare medicinal herbs gathered from across the stars. The refining process was exceptionally difficult, and the slightest misstep could turn it into useless liquid.
It could not be mass-produced and had always been priceless despite being in demand. In the end, it only fell into the hands of a few super conglomerates. Even the rare doses that found their way onto the black market would be priced sky-high, beyond ordinary people's reach.
Though Zhong Yong was gaunt and thin, with sparse snow-white hair, he carried immense authority. His every word and action brooked no doubt. One sweep of his gaze made sweat bead on the middle-aged man's forehead.
"I'll arrange it right away." The middle-aged man lowered his head and answered quickly.
Zhong Yong told him not to be nervous, then waved him away.
"Do you value Chen Yongjie that highly? He probably won't survive." The white-haired old man beside him spoke. He was Zhong Yong's second son, Zhong Changming.
Zhong Yong replied calmly, "Forge a good bond. People should know gratitude."
Zhong Changming was slightly startled. Had his old father grown softer-hearted in his later years? No matter what, when facing his ever-dominant father, he could only nod.
Zhong Yong added, "I mean that after the medicine is delivered publicly, those who practice Old Arts should know gratitude."
Zhong Changming was left speechless. After a moment, he asked, "Do you think