"Sorry, Senior Song, your demand is far too unreasonable. I can't do that." Shi Yue's tone turned cold.
Twenty million Spirit Stones for five Rare Spirit Herbs over two thousand years old? What a joke. Did he think Shi Yue had never seen the world? Besides, these herbs were so rare that, to be honest, Shi Yue couldn't even guarantee he'd find their seeds and grow them.
"Fellow Daoist Shi, leave some room for others, and you'll meet again down the road. Don't take things too far."
Song Qingyang noticed Shi Yue's tone had changed, along with the way he addressed him. His great-grandfather was a Body Integration Cultivator; when had he ever been so courteous to a Nascent Soul Cultivator? He had humbled himself, yet Shi Yue had failed to appreciate it and still rejected his request. Song Qingyang was furious.
Facing Song Qingyang's threat, Shi Yue remained unruffled and said calmly, "The rules are the rules. To preorder Rare Spirit Herbs, you must spend at least five hundred million Spirit Stones in my shop. That rule cannot be changed."
To be honest, if Song Qingyang had been a little more polite and offered a reasonable price, Shi Yue might have agreed to do his best to look for the herbs. But Song Qingyang had actually dared to threaten him. Shi Yue wasn't so easy to bully.
Song Qingyang let out a cold laugh. "That's quite a rule you have. I hope you don't regret this, Fellow Daoist Shi. The waters in the Tianlan Star Domain run deep! Even a dragon must coil up, and even a tiger must lie low."
"If others show me an inch of respect, I'll return ten feet. Let's wait and see."
Song Qingyang gave a cold snort, put away the Golden Orb, and