"Since Valley Master Tang has put it that way, Han will naturally do his best." Han Feng spoke slowly, but he did not immediately agree. Instead, he changed the subject and stated his condition.
"Let's discuss the compensation..." His gaze swept over the few youngsters behind him, who had their ears perked up and faces full of curiosity, and the corners of his lips curved upward.
Tang Zhen's heart sank.
"I have only one condition." Han Feng raised a finger, his tone calm. "I hope your valley's Battle Skill Pavilion can be opened to these disappointing juniors of mine for three days. During that time, they may choose and study whatever they wish, including... some of your valley's secret arts."
The moment those words were spoken, Tang Zhen's expression changed drastically.
The Battle Skill Pavilion was the foundation of a sect, the crystallization of countless predecessors' painstaking efforts. The secret arts stored within were the very basis upon which Flame Valley stood in the Central Plains, and they had never been passed on to outsiders.
He had not expected the other party to make such an exorbitant demand, one that was practically unreasonable.
"Young Pavilion Master Han, this..." Tang Zhen's expression darkened as he prepared to refuse.
Yet Han Feng seemed to have seen through his thoughts. He waved a hand and interrupted him.
"Valley Master Tang, don't be so quick to refuse." His voice carried an irresistible confidence. "You may rest assured. The cultivation methods and battle skills of my Falling Star Pavilion are no lower in grade, so we have no desire to covet your valley's inheritance. Letting them study here is merely to broaden their horizons and learn from the strengths of others."
Looking at Tang Zhen's shifting expression, he threw out his final bargaining chip.
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