"So, I want the formula for the Anti-Yang Marrow Cleansing Pill, as well as Qi Shan's life and your son's life. How about it?" Xiao Yan stared into Mo Tianxing's eyes and smiled calmly.
Mo Tianxing was so frightened by his gaze that he took half a step back. After staring blankly for a while, he hurriedly asked, "My son... does Mo Ya have some grudge against Mister Xiao Yan? If so, this old man will apologize on his behalf. I can also offer you an additional twenty percent in compensation. How does that sound?"
As for Qi Shan, the other Alchemist, Mo Tianxing had no intention of pleading for him. For one thing, the man was merely a guest elder of the Black Emperor Sect, not truly one of their own. For another, offending a Seventh-grade Alchemist for the sake of a Sixth-grade Alchemist was simply not worth the loss. He would not do something so foolish.
Xiao Yan did not answer immediately. His gaze shifted to the Black Emperor Sect disciples inside and outside the main hall as he said leisurely, "You can bring him out and confront him. See what sort of scheme he had against me. You should know what kind of person your son is, and you should know my reputation in the Black Corner Region even better. I, Xiao Yan, repay kindness a hundredfold, but toward those who harbor ill intentions against me, I will repay every grievance in full. This cannot be settled with a little compensation.
"You should also understand just how terrifying the retaliation of a Seventh-grade Alchemist at the Dou Zong level can be, shouldn't you?"
Mo Tianxing was silent for a long time before finally gritting his teeth. "How about this? Mister Xiao Yan can first refine the Anti-Yang