The Deception Game

The pill felt smooth and cool in Xia Lun's hand. He looked down and saw that, like the Ashen Pact Record refined by the Man in the Flesh, this precious pill had a thin layer of light shimmering across its surface. Beneath it, delicate cloud patterns appeared and vanished.

He shifted his fingers, turning the Ashen Record slightly. Sure enough, its color changed subtly with the angle.

There was no doubt that the Ashen Record was a weaker version of the Ashen Pact Record. Apart from granting only one month of life, it was no different.

Xia Lun knew just how precious the Ashen Pact Record was. It was a by-product of the Man in the Flesh's failed attempt to forge a Golden Core and ascend, and the Man in the Flesh was a master of sinister arts. The Ashen Record White Line had brought must be precious too.

Taking a deep breath, Xia Lun slowly drew his gaze away from the pill.

Whatever happened, the asking price for this Ashen Record would not be low. Back when White Line worked as an information broker, she had been a miserly profiteer who knew how to haggle.

But Xia Lun had gained plenty from the Desert Island Survival Scenario. He figured that if he sold White Line the Manifestation Authority for several copies of the Evil Flesh Codex and threw in the Snail Statue Summoner, that should be worth as much as the Ashen Record.

In short, Xia Lun was determined to get the pill.

After swiftly weighing what he had to offer, Xia Lun looked up at White Line across the table. She was propping her cheek on her left hand, watching him without blinking.

Noticing his gaze, White Line raised an eyebrow. "This is precious, so the price will