"A Lower Sixth Rank about my age?"
Yang Ling marveled inwardly. He had the advantages players had, as well as advantages they did not.
How many good things must Xu Wenjun's son have consumed growing up to reach the Lower Sixth Rank at this age?
"But there's something you need to understand. Refusing Xu Wenjun is the same as offending him."
Zhao Xun's expression grew more serious.
"Xu Wenjun himself is Upper Fifth Rank, and he ranks among the Minor Grandmasters.
"His father is also a Third-Rank Grandmaster, one of the greatest experts in our Zhao State. He doesn't even have to kneel before His Majesty."
"They might not deal with you personally, but they only need to say a word or two, and plenty of people would be willing to curry favor with them."
"Xu Wenjun originally approached the Department Master, but the Department Master told him clearly that he could only take the Qi and Blood Tai Sui if you agreed to sell it."
"That's why he asked me to pass along the message."
"Have you thought this through? Are you really going to refuse Xu Wenjun?"
"..."
An inexplicable trace of agitation rose in Yang Ling's heart. Fortunately, his mental power far surpassed that of ordinary people.
His mind soon settled, becoming even calmer than usual.
If a Third-Rank Grandmaster attacked him, one slap would kill him.
It would not even take a Third-Rank Grandmaster. Xu Wenjun could slap him to death himself.
But so what?
If he had encountered an opportunity like this back when he was still a Ninth-Rank Iron Clothes, he might have had to give it up in exchange for benefits several grades lower. Only then could he preserve his life.
*My combat strength has already exceeded the Upper Sixth Rank. Once my