"Are you stocking up for a shop here or what?" Elder Mo took a long while to recover from his shock.
Li Yichen felt a little embarrassed too. You think I want to?
"Ahem..." He could only cough awkwardly a couple of times before continuing, "Just tell me whether I can place the order."
"Yes... yes, you can..." Elder Mo lowered his head in thought, then said hesitantly, "But it'll cost extra..."
"How much extra?" Li Yichen felt a little uneasy. He hadn't asked how much of the Waters of the River of Forgetfulness the old man wanted earlier. Would a thousand jin even be enough?
Then the old man gritted his teeth, held up one finger, and waved it in front of him.
"A thousand jin..." Li Yichen nearly jumped out of his skin. This old man was a real crook! He had only gotten a thousand jin himself, and the man wasn't going to leave him any?
He was just about to roll up his sleeves and beat him when the old man said, "One jin of the Waters of the River of Forgetfulness."
Li Yichen froze, then asked uncertainly, "O-one jin? You didn't leave out the word 'thousand' just now, did you?"
The old man gave him a look reserved for idiots. "You heard me right. One jin. A thousand? Who do you think you are? A thousand jin—do you think you're the King of Hell's own grandson?"
"Oh." Li Yichen silently curled his lip at the old man. One jin is enough to satisfy you? You really haven't seen much of the good life... I may not be the King of Hell's own grandson, but I am the Ghost Emperor's own grandson. How about that? Didn't see that coming, did you, old man?
Seeing Li Yichen