Mid-Grade

This speculation made perfect sense, and Xu Yi immediately believed it eight-tenths. Traveling between worlds was no easy feat. Since they couldn't bring many treasures and had to expend their Yin Souls, it was only natural that no one would be interested in such a losing bargain.

"One last question."

"Mr. Xu wants to ask how I can prove that what I've said is true, doesn't he?"

Huang Xuanji smiled faintly.

Indeed, he could spin the most elaborate tale, but without even the slightest shred of evidence, Xu Yi would have to be insane to believe this whole chain of suppositions.

Though every supposition was reasonable, they still needed some foundation in reality. Otherwise, they were all castles in the air—absurd, to say the least.

"I will prove it. But before I do, I'd like to make a deal with you, sir."

A faint light glimmered in Huang Xuanji's eyes.

"Brother Xuanji, you never cease to surprise me."

Xu Yi was not angry. If anything, he was pleased.

He wasn't afraid of Huang Xuanji proposing a deal. He had nothing left to hold on to. Those five thousand Precious Medicines, for instance, would likely go down the river.

And since Huang Xuanji dared to speak so boldly of a deal, whatever he offered would surely be of great help in reaching the outside world.

Huang Xuanji suddenly pointed toward Mu Shentong. "What I want is precisely those bottles of Life-Death Gu, along with the treasures you can't take with you, sir."

"How dare you!"

Mu Shentong was furious. As the biggest lackey around, how could he tolerate another lackey climbing over his head?

"Huang Xuanji, you're asking for death."

"Mr. Xu, you mustn't agree! This man has ulterior motives. He's probably all talk—what treasures could he possibly have?"

"Smooth-tongued and