He paused, then gave her a blunt warning. "Senior, you're a smart man. People all across the continent would trample one another for a favor from Spirit Hall and still fail to get one. Trade a few Immortal Herbs you can't use for that favor, and everyone gets what they want. No one loses. But if this turns ugly and both sides tear off the mask of civility, neither side will come out ahead. Don't you agree?"
His words struck Dugu Bo right where it mattered. The threats he had made were only a bluff. He did not dare make a complete enemy of Spirit Hall.
He was an unaffiliated Titled Douluo, with no sect or faction behind him. How could he stand against the behemoth that was Spirit Hall? If he pushed these two elders too far, Spirit Hall might send three or five Titled Douluo after him. He would have nowhere to run, let alone any way to protect his precious granddaughter.
This was exactly what he had been waiting to hear. Trading a few Immortal Herbs he did not know how to use for a favor from Spirit Hall was the best outcome he could imagine.
Dugu Bo stroked his chin, feigning deliberation. Only after a long pause did he snort and draw back the poisonous mist roiling around him. A trace of defiance remained in his voice. "You know how to talk, little brat. Fine. I'll give Spirit Hall this courtesy. You may choose three Immortal Herbs, and not one more. Once you've chosen them, leave at once. After that, none of you may set foot in my herb garden again."
"Three? Senior, that's a bit—" Qian Gujue frowned and was about to haggle, but Gui Mengguan quietly tugged at him. Gui Mengguan shot him a