"Immortal Luo, I need more powerful weapons and armor with better protection," the God King said without the slightest blush. Luo Qian was a merchant through and through. Though he could barely suppress the urge to have improper relations with every female relative the God King had, his face remained as pleasant as a spring breeze. "Your Majesty, you get what you pay for. Besides, the Immortal Realm has issued a ban on exporting strategic supplies like weapons and armor..."
The God King's skin was evidently as unfathomably thick as his cultivation. Faced with such naked mockery, he remained perfectly composed, as though none of his earlier deeds had been his doing. "Immortal Luo, we're both straightforward men. Just tell me what you want." Luo Qian could hardly agree. He himself haggled over every scrap of profit, and His Esteemed Majesty the God King was even farther from deserving that unfortunate description.
Luo Qian smiled without a word. It was not that His Majesty did not want to play dumb; he simply had no time for it. The fighting at the front was desperate. Even while they bickered, dozens, perhaps hundreds, of Divine Realm warriors might already have died heroic deaths. The God King had no choice but to bite the bullet. "You want rare metals?" "I don't want them. They're my property to begin with," Luo Qian said solemnly. Unlike the Immortal Realm, the Western world valued private property so highly that it could even be deemed "sacred and inviolable." A faint flush rose to the God King's cheeks. Given the unfathomable thickness of his skin, the sight was rarer than Halley's Comet.
"Well, Immortal Luo, I had no choice. If my subjects learned that I'd handed something so important over to you for nothing..." Luo Qian stared him