"Sir, what price would the Misty Cloud Sect have to pay for the third method?"
At Chu Zhou's words, Yun Yun's breathing quickened, and she asked without hesitation.
Her teacher, Yun Shan, preferred secluded cultivation. He disliked worldly entanglements and had no desire to wield power.
In other words, what Yun Shan sought was personal strength, ever-higher realms, and the ability to surpass his own limits.
That was also why the Hall of Souls had been able to sway him. Growing stronger mattered more to him than anything else.
Yun Shan had probably suspected that the Hall of Souls would leave something behind to control him, but he had chosen to bargain with a tiger anyway.
As long as he could break through to Dou Zong, he was willing to do a few things for the Hall of Souls, even if it meant restrictions on his freedom.
What Yun Shan had not anticipated was that the measures the Hall of Souls left behind would gradually alter him, erasing his existence on another level.
As Yun Shan's disciple, Yun Yun understood his aspirations well. Naturally, she knew what a breakthrough to Dou Zong would mean to him.
"Heh, you certainly are greedy." Chu Zhou's gaze rested on Yun Yun's lovely face, the corners of his lips lifting. "This is a grade seven pill, and one that works on the soul to resolve the hidden dangers left by the Hall of Souls. Even at market price, could your Misty Cloud Sect afford it?"
Chu Zhou had no working relationship with the Misty Cloud Sect.
In other words, if Yun Yun wanted him to refine a pill, she first had to provide two sets of medicinal ingredients, compensation, and a fee for his services—and that was only if he agreed.
If he refused,