"By rights, asking for two two-thousand-year-old Mystic Dragon Blood Ginseng plants in exchange wasn't excessive. Why was he hemming and hawing, too afraid to agree?"
Chen Changming stared at the black-clad elder, his gaze as deep as a pool. His expression remained calm, but his mind was rapidly analyzing every possibility.
The other party was a dignified Fusion Realm cultivator and had led a group of elite Sima Family disciples through Blood Dragon Mountain for who knew how long. No matter what, they should not have been unable to produce even two Mystic Dragon Blood Ginseng plants.
Yet no matter how he reasoned it out, he always felt as though a faint veil of mist lay before him, preventing him from seeing the truth clearly.
The black-clad elder's hesitation and Sima Shaoyu's evasive words both reeked of something strange.
Chen Changming decided to hold his position and respond to all changes by remaining unchanged.
He had made up his mind to drag this out to the bitter end. He would not release the eagle before seeing the hare; unless he received tangible benefits, he would never let the man go.
"What? Is the young master of your Sima Family not even worth two Mystic Dragon Blood Ginseng plants?" Chen Changming began using a provocation, deliberately holding Sima Shaoyu high before him as he gave the black-clad elder a mocking, expressionless sneer.
The black-clad elder's expression stiffened. His lips moved, but he was unable to speak at once.
Sima Shaoyu struggled in Chen Changming's grasp, then suddenly shouted, "Ninth Elder, the Crimson-Sky Dawn Tiger!"
The black-clad elder immediately understood. A sharp glint flashed through his eyes as he reached out and grabbed at the air. The enormous tiger corpse flew back to his side, floating in midair as blood continued to