Sure enough, Xu Yi took out Dong Chao's Ruyi Pearl and activated its restriction. An image appeared, showing Xue Ba, a young man with an imposing air and a cold, stern face.
"Greetings, Young Master." Xu Yi hurriedly dropped to one knee, cursing inwardly, I really have the worst luck. I have to play a good-for-nothing, and now I have to play a servant, too. What the hell kind of mess is this?
While Xu Yi was fuming, Xue Ba said something that nearly made him explode with rage. "I've sent someone over. Give him Zhong Ruyi's Profound Yellow Pills and have him bring them back. Keep the rest for yourself."
Xu Yi held back his anger and said in a low voice, "Zhong Ruyi only had eight Profound Yellow Pills." He managed to keep himself from commenting on how stingy the dignified Duke of Lu State's household was.
He had been sure Xue Ba would be astonished and give up on asking for the pills, leaving them to him as a favor. Instead, Xue Ba's expression remained perfectly calm. He merely said, "Old Zhong really doesn't hold back when it comes to his precious son," then cut off the connection.
Xu Yi nearly collapsed. The information revealed by Xue Ba's last remark was simply too rich.
First, Xue Ba had expected Zhong Ruyi to have only a few Profound Yellow Pills. Second, in Xue Ba's eyes, eight pills wasn't too few—it was too many.
Finally, Xue Ba clearly knew Zhong Ruyi only had a few Profound Yellow Pills, yet he'd gone out of his way to call a servant on video and demand them. What did that mean? It meant that even a mere eight Profound Yellow Pills were a fortune Xue Ba couldn't afford to pass up.
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