The middle-aged steward hurriedly waved his hands, his smile obsequious as he rushed to explain:
"Little girl, you misunderstand. I absolutely didn't mean that!"
"The Mystic Water Pill is simply most effective for soul masters below Rank 20, giving them the best value for their money."
"For soul masters above Rank 20, taking it can still increase Soul Power, nourish their meridians, and stabilize their foundations. It's just that the boost isn't as heaven-defying as it is for lower-ranked soul masters."
After hearing this explanation, the last trace of interest in Tang Wutong's heart completely vanished.
It was merely a mundane pill, with limited benefits and ordinary effects. It was of no use to her at all.
Boring and tedious.
She banished the curiosity from her eyes, her expression settling back into calm as her indifferent gaze fixed on the middle-aged man before her. She got straight to the point and asked crisply:
"If that's the case, then get to the point."
"There are no free opportunities in this world. You're giving me money and pills, so what exactly do you want me to do? What do you want in return?"
She was perceptive. Even if she had descended to the lower realm to have fun, she was by no means a truly ignorant, naive little girl.
If someone offered benefits without reason, they were either plotting evil or theft.
For the other party to throw out such generous benefits, what he wanted in return had to be enormous.
Seeing that she had finally asked the key question, the polite smile on the middle-aged steward's face slowly faded. A hidden trace of lecherous greed flashed through his eyes. No longer concealing his purpose, he said heavily:
"I want you."
Those few words had barely left his mouth.
Boom!
Tang Wutong