Yang Wudi coughed lightly and sat back down.
"Uncle Yang, to show our sincerity, let me first explain the terms we can offer."
"First: I heard from Uncle Wushuang that you are obsessed with alchemy. As it happens, I know of a medicinal garden where herbs can grow tenfold, or even a hundredfold, faster."
"When the time comes, I can entrust this medicinal garden to Uncle Yang's care."
Chen Xi spoke softly, and the Aromatic Silk Beauty in his hand swayed with his movements.
As Yang Wudi listened to Chen Xi's offer, his gaze grew increasingly gentle, following the movement of the Aromatic Silk Beauty.
He was truly afraid that Chen Xi might fail to hold it properly and let the Aromatic Silk Beauty fall to the ground.
Yang Wushuang, seated nearby, felt that something was off.
This had not seemed to be part of their original discussion. And what medicinal garden was Chen Xi talking about? Why had he never heard of it?
Did Chen Xi really have such a medicinal garden?
Although Yang Wushuang was deeply puzzled, he had no intention of asking about it now.
Even if he wanted to ask, it would have to be in private, not here.
"Second: I heard Uncle Wushuang speak of the Breaking Clan, so I learned that the grudge between Uncle Yang and Tang Hao seems to run very deep. Therefore, my second show of sincerity is this: within ten years, I can let Uncle Yang personally kill Tang Hao."
Chen Xi looked at Yang Wudi with a smile.
Yang Wudi shifted his gaze from the Aromatic Silk Beauty to Chen Xi.
"Let me personally kill Tang Hao?"
"You're not joking?"
Yang Wudi's eyes gradually sharpened.
"Absolutely not!"
"Within ten years, I will definitely let Uncle Yang personally kill Tang