Qian Daoliu's body trembled almost imperceptibly.
Delighted surprise swiftly rose in his eyes. His hands unconsciously braced against the table as he leaned forward, his voice climbing a fraction.
"Sir Yang Xing, may I ask what your conditions are for teaching it?"
His question was urgent, and he made no attempt to hide it.
Qian Daoliu understood perfectly well that something of this caliber could never be given away for free. There was no free lunch in this world, and Six Treasury Immortal Thief was certainly no exception. Since Yang Xing had said it was possible, there had to be conditions.
He had already begun considering several offers. The divine trial information he possessed, the continent's rare treasures, Spirit Hall's resources, the Qian Clan's reserves, his connections across the continent, even the various permissions under the Worship Hall's authority... whatever price Yang Xing named, he was willing to negotiate.
Yang Xing did not answer immediately.
He set down his teacup and looked at Qian Daoliu for two seconds. During those two seconds, his smile gave way to a faintly regretful shake of his head.
"Angel Lord, my condition is very simple."
He paused.
"Actually, you already know what it is, but you probably can't fulfill it."
Qian Daoliu's brows knitted together.
Something he knew but could not fulfill? What condition could he, a Rank 99 Peerless Douluo, know about yet be unable to meet?
"Speak plainly, sir." Qian Daoliu's tone grew solemn, and he stopped beating around the bush.
"I would like to hear exactly what your condition is."
Seated off to the side, Qian Renxue suddenly changed expression.
Her hand paused as she set down her teacup. Her lips parted slightly, then closed again. Her golden eyes shifted between Yang Xing and her grandfather, a strange look rising in