Before long, Bian Heng appeared at the entrance to the flower hall, his hair a complete mess. He strode inside, glaring with his tiny eyes at Zhang Tie, who was drinking tea.
The old man from earlier did not follow him in, instead remaining outside on guard.
"Greetings, Senior..." Zhang Tie rose politely as well and gave Bian Heng a cupped-fist salute.
"Is this yours?" Bian Heng did not stand on ceremony. He sat down grandly in the seat of honor, placed the gold coin Zhang Tie had produced on the table, and asked bluntly.
Zhang Tie had already sat back down. He nodded. "That's right!"
"Where did you get it?"
"Senior, aren't you going to ask why I came to Hutuo Mountain?" Zhang Tie smiled.
Bian Heng froze slightly before realizing that Zhang Tie was laying down terms with him. He truly had not seen someone with Zhang Tie's nerve in who knew how many years. In the past, everyone fortunate enough to meet him had been utterly respectful. So long as he opened his mouth to ask for something, they would let him take whatever he pleased. Someone like Zhang Tie was the first he had encountered.
There were not many in this world who dared bargain with a physician. Fewer still dared bargain with a famed physician. And those who dared bargain with a master healer and a Primordial Spirit general like him were as rare as phoenix feathers and qilin horns.
"Though the metal of this thing is unusual and has never been seen in the Sky-Piercing Realm, it is not particularly useful. It can neither be eaten, drunk, nor used. Do you think you can bargain with me over a single trinket like this?" Bian Heng's face darkened at once. Even though he knew the