Moon Essence Dew, Eight-Armed Asura Painting

Meng Zhao's words were half true, half false, but his tone and stance were unmistakably clear: the price offered was still not enough—at least, not in Meng Zhao's eyes.

You Shuren gave a bitter smile. He had known things would not go so smoothly. With a grave demeanor, he said,

"Young Master Meng, this is truly no small amount. Though the Xun and Wu Families are wealthy and powerful, bringing out so many things will greatly drain their vitality. At the very least, it will take them half a year, perhaps even a full year, to recover and make up for these losses."

That was purely meant to fool Meng Zhao. The properties and resources listed on the gift document were indeed valuable, but divided between the two families, they were nowhere near enough to wound their foundations.

Meng Zhao neither confirmed nor denied it. He said nothing, merely looked quietly at the man before him, his stance unyielding.

Seeing this, You Shuren knew Meng Zhao was likely even more difficult to handle than he had imagined. Gritting his teeth, he slipped another sheet of paper from his sleeve and presented it to Meng Zhao.

There were few words on it, and its contents were sparse. It stated only that they were willing to offer a portion of Moon Essence Dew as an apology to Meng Rong, and also an Eight-Armed Asura Painting to compensate Meng Chuan for his injuries.

This time, Meng Zhao finally showed some interest. He handed the paper in his hand to Meng Chuan and Meng Rong beside him, then asked,

"Steward You, what are the origins of this Moon Essence Dew and this Eight-Armed Asura Painting? What are their uses? Please explain in detail."

His tone was much gentler, and his attitude had softened considerably.