"Spirit fields and the like cannot be moved, so we will offer this Mid-Grade Storage Pouch in their place. What do you think, Patriarch Xu?"
Xu Mingwei glanced over the square, neither sorrow nor joy on his face. After a brief pause, he said, "Then let us do that."
He had thought the Zhou Household would offer spirit stones as compensation, not a Mid-Grade Storage Pouch.
It seems the Zhou Household found more than one Mid-Grade Storage Pouch after plundering the Su Household. If there had been only one, they probably would not have been generous enough to offer it.
Zhou Sen paused, then said, "Though the Xu Household has received thirty percent of the Su Household's accumulated wealth, I see no particularly outstanding talents among your guards. You still have a heavy burden and a long road ahead if you wish to become a cultivation clan."
"You are quite right, Elder Zhou Sen," Xu Mingwei said mildly.
"I am skilled in alchemy. If the Xu Household needs pills or the like, you may trade with our Zhou Household. Whether they are Martial Way pills or cultivation pills, we can offer a discount in light of your assistance to our ancestor on the battlefield.
This would benefit us both. You should give it some careful thought, Patriarch Xu."
Xu Mingwei took a small sip of tea. After setting it down, he offered a faint smile. "I will give the matter due consideration."
"Xu Family Head, that sounds rather perfunctory," Zhou Shaocheng said, his brows drawing together slightly. "Quite a few cultivation clans in Moon Lake Commandery, and even neighboring Guangling Commandery, beg to trade with our Zhou Household.
As for those Martial Way aristocratic clans, most cannot even reach our doorstep."
Xu Mingwei nodded slightly and said unhurriedly, "I understand."