The woman gave an elegant bow and said politely, "Fellow Daoists, I am Shi Yueyu, a disciple of Phoenix Cry Mountain. My master is in poor health and needs the Tortoise Shell of a thousand-year-old spirit turtle for medicine. As her disciples, we naturally keep an eye out for it wherever we go. I hope you can understand and let us have it. We're willing to pay three times its price."
Shi Yueyu spoke with gentle courtesy, and her request sounded perfectly reasonable. She wanted it for her master's illness and was willing to pay triple. Everyone who heard her thought she had a strong case. Some even felt that, if Tang Changsheng had any grace, he ought to agree!
But Tang Changsheng did not so much as blink. "Sorry," he said flatly. "I need this Tortoise Shell too. I can't help you."
What a joke. What sort of man was Tang Changsheng? As if he would fall for that. What kind of beauty had he not seen?
Besides, this Tortoise Shell was quite important to him. Forget triple the price—even three hundred times the price would mean nothing to him.
The people opposite him flew into a rage and nearly started shouting abuse again. Shi Yueyu, however, remained polite. "What would it take for you to part with it, fellow Daoist?"
"Sorry. I can't help you," Tang Changsheng said, still cold.
He did not look sorry in the slightest. After a pause, he added, "How about this? See that shop up ahead? It has all sorts of medicinal ingredients. I passed it just now, and I believe I saw a thousand-year-old spirit turtle's Tortoise Shell there..."
Shi Yueyu's heart tightened. Of course she was not so determined to get this shell for medicine. Junior Brother Xu had already told