"Hehe, I'll get some more Heavenly Dao Powder for you, Senior. How about I keep adding to the amount until you're satisfied?" I coaxed. Learning the news in advance from her would save me many unnecessary detours. Besides, although Heavenly Dao Powder was important to Heavenly City, it wasn't yet a matter of life and death. But in this place, life and death hung in the balance at every turn, leaving me no choice but to think of every possible way to pry information from the mouths of the strong.
"Can you afford ten thousand taels of Heavenly Dao Powder?" the old woman asked hesitantly. I naturally put on a troubled expression and even added a hint of disdain. "I thought you'd start at around eleven hundred taels, but you went straight for ten times that. Isn't that opening your mouth a little too wide? You're not the only person in the world who knows about this."
"Are you underestimating this old woman? Of course I'm the only one who knows. If you can't produce it, then forget it. I won't force you!" The old woman looked at me as if I were being far too unwilling to pay.
I pretended to ponder deeply, then said, "How about a little less? Let me see how much I can accept. I still have to raise money elsewhere."
"Since you're the current lord of Heavenly City, what does ten thousand taels mean to you? If you're not buying, then forget it," the old woman suddenly said.
"Fine. It's a deal!" I felt the information was worth the investment and couldn't be bothered to haggle with her. In truth, I was also worried she would think me a fool with money, realize I had brought a huge fortune, and suddenly attack me to