Yao Lao raised his hand. Illusory Soul Power surged as he prepared to kill Han Feng on the spot.
"Senior Yao Lao, please wait."
Liu Bai's voice rang out at just the right moment.
Yao Lao's hand froze in midair. He turned to look at Liu Bai, his eyes filled with suppressed fury.
"Young friend, what do you mean by this?"
Liu Bai smiled faintly, looking utterly calm.
"This junior dares to propose a trade with you, Senior."
Yao Lao took a deep breath, suppressing the killing intent in his heart as he said in a low voice,
"What trade?"
Liu Bai pointed at Han Feng, who was bound in midair, and said softly,
"This junior wishes to use this item to exchange for a few things from you, Senior."
Yao Lao frowned deeply.
"What do you want?"
Liu Bai raised one finger.
"Ten Tier 8 Pill Recipes."
Yao Lao's mouth twitched.
"Ten Tier 8 Pill Recipes? Are you robbing me, brat?"
Liu Bai smiled and unhurriedly raised another two fingers.
"And three Tier 9 Pill Recipes."
Yao Lao nearly failed to catch his breath.
"Three Tier 9 Pill Recipes?! Do you know how precious Tier 9 Pill Recipes are?! There aren't even many in the entire continent!"
Liu Bai spread his hands, looking innocent.
"But isn't Han Feng important to you? Think about it—back then, he betrayed you and left you with only a wisp of a remnant soul. Exchanging a few pill recipes for that kind of hatred isn't too much, is it?"
Yao Lao was so furious that even his beard stood on end.
"Not too much?! You brat, you're taking advantage of a crisis!"
Liu Bai was in no hurry. He merely watched him with a smile.
Yao Lao took a deep breath, then another, and