After Yang Ling proposed his conditions, he waited a full half hour before receiving Ding Zhan's reply.
"My family said... we can give it a try."
"Also, my family wants to ask whether you might target the disciples we send this time because of the suppression by the major groups?"
"Haha, no other meaning. It's just that the elders are a little worried."
Yang Ling: "Wen Qingyao and Chen Zhiming being able to leave Three Days in Netherworld City alive is proof enough."
"Alright... what compensation do you need?"
Yang Ling: "One hundred Basic Treasure-Storing Talismans, two thousand Counterfeit Blood Tyrant Pills. Do you have any Strength Supplements or Agility Supplements from Pangu? Ten of each.
Since this is our first collaboration, that will do for now."
Mystic Antiquity, in a spacious and brightly lit conference hall.
After Ding Zhan received Yang Ling's message, his expression turned somewhat strange.
A circle of senior executives from the Mystic Antiquity Ding Clan Alchemy Group's branch sat around the enormous conference table.
Every one of them was staring at Ding Zhan.
At the head of the table sat a middle-aged man with graying hair. He glanced at Ding Zhan.
"Did the other party make things difficult for you? Or did he name an exorbitant price?"
"Dad, his conditions aren't low... but there should be room to negotiate."
Ding Zhan repeated Yang Ling's exact words.
Someone immediately could not help but sneer.
"If we really hand over such a huge batch of goods to him, someone from headquarters will come questioning us right away. The other top groups will be furious too. How are we supposed to explain ourselves then?
Even if we're skirting the line, we can't be this blatant!"
"Director Sinan, plenty of people at headquarters are watching us. If