"Sorry, we don't sell Spirit Nurturing Pills to people whose identities are unclear."
Chu Huatian suddenly looked at Yang Ling warily.
"We have no trouble selling these pills. Third-rate sects, even second-rate sects and the Iron Clothes Department, all place orders with us."
Bai Zhixing and the others caught on, and the looks they gave Yang Ling changed completely.
Chen Qi Zheng had just experienced an attack on his home by a Black List expert, followed by the revelation that Tingjiang City's City Commander was a Rong Tribe spy.
He looked Yang Ling up and down, then said coldly,
"You wouldn't happen to be a Rong Tribe spy, would you?"
Yang Ling thought for a moment, then smiled.
"You can just deliver the pills to the Changhe Prefecture Iron Clothes Department when the time comes."
"..."
Chu Huatian sucked in a sharp breath, looking uncertain.
"You are...?"
"I work for Master Yang."
Yang Ling said.
So he's one of our own?
The attitudes of Chu Huatian, Bai Zhixing, Chen Qi Zheng, and the others changed dramatically.
"So you're Lord Yang's friend. I'm truly sorry about earlier."
Chu Huatian hurriedly offered an apologetic smile.
Yang Ling said, "If I buy high-quality Spirit Nurturing Pills from you in bulk, how much would each pill cost?"
This was a crucial question!
A trace of gravity appeared on Chu Huatian's face.
"Normally, we might charge six hundred taels of silver at retail, but..."
"We rarely sell at retail. We need to recoup our money quickly, so we sell in bulk. The price varies somewhat depending on the buyer."
"If Master Yang is overseeing this purchase, we're willing to sell at cost!"
"At cost? Five hundred taels of silver each?"
"Exactly."
"How about this? You'll need to keep some of your eighteen hundred pills to