Before the other man could flare up again, he continued, his gaze sweeping over the booklet in the man's hand:
"If that won't do, then forget it. You're not the only one selling Cultivation Methods. Besides... this is ultimately only a lightness skill, not some fundamental art that can immediately boost one's killing power."
Then he shifted the conversation, exposing one of the man's hidden thoughts, his voice carrying a faint, barely detectable sneer:
"Besides, after selling me this booklet, can't you... sell it to someone else as well?"
The words made the man in black stiffen all over.
Fang Yuan had clearly seen through the fact that this Cultivation Method came from questionable origins. He was using the pretense of it being a "lone copy" to jack up the price, when in truth, he could sell it again and again!
Having said that, Fang Yuan truly spoke no further. He turned around cleanly, signaled Wang Pangzi and Uncle Zhang, and started walking away without the slightest reluctance.
Wang Pangzi and Uncle Zhang were both shrewd men. They immediately followed in tacit understanding, and the three of them walked in step toward the other end of the alley.
Watching the three figures leave without hesitation—especially Fang Yuan's attitude of utter indifference, as though missing this one meant nothing because the next would be better—the face beneath the black-clad man's mask twisted several times.
He gripped the booklet so hard that his fingers nearly crushed it.
That final remark had struck him right where it hurt. This Cultivation Method truly had more than one copy. Keeping it in his hands made it nothing but waste paper; turning it into hard silver was what mattered.
Seeing the cooked duck about to fly away, after roughly ten breaths of deadlock, the man in