When Tang Yuehua heard Sunday say that, she smiled faintly, a teasing note in her voice.
"So I can't compare to that little sister of yours?"
Sunday smiled and looked up at the bright moon hanging in the sky.
"Yes, she's truly remarkable."
"You two are so close."
Tang Yuehua looked at Sunday with a touch of envy. With a brother who doted on her like this, his sister must have been very happy.
"It's getting late. I'll take my leave."
Sunday drained the tea in his cup, rose, and set it down as he spoke.
Seeing that Sunday was leaving, Tang Yuehua also stood, sounding somewhat regretful.
"Yes, it is getting late. Sir, is there really no room to discuss the potion formula?
Behind me stands the former greatest sect under heaven, the Clear Sky Sect. Compared to the likes of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, its strength is greater by far.
If you agree to sell the formula, Mr. Sunday, the Clear Sky Sect will meet any demand you make.
Moreover, the Clear Sky Sect will be your steadfast ally, branches of the same tree, sharing life and death!!!
Please consider it, sir. This truly matters to me."
As she spoke, Tang Yuehua bowed deeply, bending almost ninety degrees, her voice filled with sincerity.
Seeing Tang Yuehua bow so deeply, Sunday turned his face slightly aside and said to her.
"Mind your dignity, Hall Master Tang. As for the potion, once I have made up my mind, there is no room for change."
With that, Sunday turned to leave the room.
Bang!
Just then, a door to one of the rooms was suddenly kicked open, and a white-haired old man stormed out.
"Brat, you're awfully arrogant!"
Tang Yuehua's expression changed when she saw who had emerged. *This