"Three thousand Dao Bones?" Yan Yong's eyes widened. "That kid really dares to ask for the moon!"
Before this, one Bifu for three thousand Dao Bones would still have been worth the price. Back when Lu Ye made that deal with the Yan Family, leaving aside the supply of two hundred Dao Bones each month and the other additional conditions, the Yan Family had given Lu Ye a high-grade Dao Artifact alone.
But times had changed. Once the Ruins no longer held any value for exploration, a Bifu simply was not worth that price, nor would any family be willing to pay such a cost.
It was only one Bifu. No matter how high its compatibility, it could only create a pseudo-Dao Fusion cultivator. Huang Zhihuan was proof enough—his strength while wielding a Bifu was barely equivalent to that of someone who had just advanced to Dao Fusion.
"But what exactly is going on with that kid? If he really has Bifu, why trade with the Human Race?" Yan Yong could not make sense of it.
Yan Hong considered it for a moment. "When I met Brother Lu before, I didn't feel like he was under anyone's control."
Yan Yong neither agreed nor disagreed. Yan Hong might be clever, but he was ultimately young and had not seen much. The Insect and Blood Races had countless insidious methods for controlling people's hearts; nothing could be discerned from appearances alone.
"Ask him how he intends to trade. Also, the Battle Alliance probably won't agree to that price, especially when he's the one we're trading with!"
Yan Hong sent a message as instructed. Shortly afterward, he suddenly halted.
"What is it?" Yan Yong looked at him in puzzlement.
Yan Hong said, "Brother Lu gave me a location. The Bifu is there. He