Meng Fan rolled his eyes and said coldly, "After all these years, if I still didn't know what kind of person you are, I should've given up my position as lord of Jizhou Territory long ago. Don't worry, how could I possibly try to outbid you? I don't want anything else. Just give me back my corpse pill."
Xu Yi slapped his forehead. "Look at me. If you hadn't brought it up, I would've forgotten all about it. What would I want this thing for? Take it, take it."
Xu Yi took out a pill and tossed it to Meng Fan. It was the corpse pill formed from half the corpse aura that the Desolate Charm had taken from Meng Fan back then.
Meng Fan caught the pill, trembling with anger as he cursed inwardly, "This bastard is just too wicked. I don't know how many times I brought it up over the years, and every time you pretended not to understand. Now, as soon as you hear I'm talking about selling the token, you agree immediately in exchange for my corpse pill—and you still have the nerve to act like some righteous hero. You could at least have that bastard Desolate Charm come out and break the pill down! Poor corpse aura of mine, torn away from me for three whole years."
Though his heart brimmed with resentment, Meng Fan didn't dare voice a complaint. He'd seen through Xu Yi: the man wouldn't lift a finger until he saw the rabbit. He forced down his heartache, gently stroked the token, then reluctantly tossed it to Xu Yi.
Xu Yi caught it and, without another word, rubbed it for a moment before smiling. "Brother Meng, you haven't told me how to use this thing yet."
Meng Fan raised the corpse