The Jin Family Wants the Sweet Dew Art?
The price... name it as you please?
After hearing Jin Zi'an's words, stormy waves surged in Yu Hailong's heart.
Truly, the human heart was never satisfied; a snake would try to swallow an elephant.
His Junior Brother Chen had kindly treated the Jin Family's clansmen, yet in the end, even his trump-card healing Divine Ability had caught their eye.
A nameless fury blazed fiercely within Yu Hailong's heart.
He wanted nothing more than to point at Jin Zi'an's nose and curse him out, then make him roll out of the Yu Family gates like a dog.
Seeing Yu Hailong's expression constantly shifting, Jin Zi'an gave an awkward smile and clasped his hands. "Fellow Daoist Yu, I also know that this Sweet Dew Art is your junior brother's signature skill, and he certainly cannot be willing to hand it over to my Jin Family. That is why I came to discuss it with you beforehand, to see how this matter should proceed..."
"I'm afraid my Junior Brother Chen won't agree to that."
Seeing that Jin Zi'an's attitude was good, Yu Hailong did not lose his temper to his face, merely declining tactfully.
Though his junior brother's aptitude was poor, he was a top-tier alchemist and had no shortage of Spirit Stones whatsoever. Even if the Jin Family emptied out its treasury, it would be impossible to move Chen Changming.
Jin Zi'an was not surprised by Yu Hailong's refusal. After hesitating for a moment, he took an exquisite white porcelain bottle from his Storage Ring.
"Fellow Daoist Yu, this is a Rebirth Pill. If your junior brother takes it, he will be able to regrow his arm."
Jin Zi'an smiled faintly and said with evident pain, "This is the most precious pill of my