So the people of the Hong Family hadn't provided a single useful bit of information, yet they still wanted to get a Qilin cub from him for free?
What a sweet little scheme they'd cooked up.
Did they take him for a fool?
"Does Young Master Chen feel that my Hong Family has taken advantage of you?"
"I can offer an equal exchange and buy one from you for two hundred million top-grade origin stones. How about it?" the Hong Family member asked with a smile.
"As I said before, no."
"I'm not short on origin stones. These two little ones have already had a hard enough time, and now they're going to be separated from their sibling. I simply can't bear to see that happen."
"Besides, even if I agreed, my brother, Da Huang, wouldn't."
"Who would willingly sell a member of their own race?"
"Would you sell one of your own people?"
Hearing Chen Changan's words, the Hong Family member could only smile helplessly. Chen Changan had made his position perfectly clear: whatever the reason, he wouldn't sell the Qilin cubs.
"Then it seems there's no possibility of working together?"
"There are plenty of ways to work together. The prerequisite is that you need to show some sincerity."
"Otherwise, who knows if it'll be like seeking a tiger's skin—asking for help from someone who might turn on you."
After Chen Changan finished speaking, the Hong Family member fell silent.
"Are you really confident you can find the Qilin Race?"
"I'm not confident, but I'll search with all my might. And I don't mean I'll do my best to find them—I mean I have to find them."
Whether the Qilin Race was alive or dead didn't really matter to Chen Changan. He had no connection to them.
But their