Huang Lin came to see Lin Bai today without wearing the iron armor of the guard squad. Instead, he was dressed in the clothing commonly worn by martial artists of the Northern Region.
Bare-chested above and clad in animal hide below, he revealed most of his sturdy, powerful muscles.
"The people above me think the price is too low. They hope you can raise it."
Huang Lin wiped the grease from his mouth and pointed upward, indicating that he meant the people above him.
The people above him?... Lin Bai immediately realized that he meant his father and the martial artists guarding the God Burial Clan's teleportation array.
Lin Bai asked, "Are forty drops of Icy Snow Dew still not enough?"
Huang Lin curled his lips. "Those forty drops of Icy Snow Dew aren't for me alone."
"I still need to use the Icy Snow Dew to grease the palms of the other martial artists."
He glanced at Lin Bai. "You know that the martial artists guarding the God Burial Clan's teleportation array aren't limited to my father. There are another eight or nine of them!"
"If your forty drops of Icy Snow Dew are divided among more than ten martial artists, how many drops can each one get?"
"My father and I can't go to all this trouble and get nothing out of it, can we?"
Although Lin Bai currently had quite a lot of Icy Snow Dew at his disposal—the Third God Child had managed to gather around twenty drops from the spies of the Nine Underworlds Demon Palace, while the Zhao Xing Office's Soul-melting Grotto had sent over fifty drops.
Lin Bai now had seventy drops of Icy Snow Dew in his possession, but he had no intention of giving way.
The reason was simple.
The situation