"Han Houzhi, what you said does make sense!"
He Pingsheng looked at Han Houzhi with a cheeky grin and said, "But I just won't give it to you. What can you do about it..."
"You... you, you..." Han Houzhi's face turned livid with anger.
He Pingsheng said, "Those two Divine Mountains of yours, one blue and one red, are pretty nice!"
"Impossible!" Han Houzhi jumped as though someone had stepped on his tail. "He Pingsheng, don't push it! You can forget about getting my Divine Mountains!"
"Other things, I could consider!"
He Pingsheng had never actually intended to ask Han Houzhi for any Divine Mountains.
He knew Han Houzhi would never agree.
They were both smart men. A mere Golden Feather Immortal Token could never give one a hold over the other!
Even if Han Houzhi couldn't get a Golden Feather Immortal Token here, could he really fail to get one once he reached Li Mu Enclosure?
Impossible!
"How about this!" He Pingsheng said. "That sixth-grade Three Lights Spirit Liquid of yours-just give me a thousand drops or so!"
"Pfft..." Han Houzhi spat out a mouthful of water. "Brother... do you have any idea what you're saying?"
"My Purple-Gold Bottle can only condense one drop of Three Lights Spirit Liquid every month. Now that the Spirit Liquid's grade keeps rising, the speed at which I condense it keeps falling!"
"A thousand drops? You're dreaming!"
"Never mind that I don't have that much. Even if I did, I couldn't possibly give it to you!"
"How about this..."
"I..."
Han Houzhi thought for a moment and said, "I'll give you ten drops..."
"Not a drop more!"
He Pingsheng simply watched him with a smile, saying nothing.
Han Houzhi took a deep breath and revised the figure himself. "Twenty drops?"
He Pingsheng still