"You still expect to find a good disciple? A third-tier Alchemy Master doesn't amount to much here in the Northern Spirit Realm.
"If there really were any promising talents, they would have joined our Fate Pill Sect long ago.
"Old Sun, stop beating around the bush. What will it take for you to part with these pill formulas?" The man seemed somewhat impatient too and laid his cards on the table.
As though the man had touched a sore spot, Old Sun flushed with anger. "You can have the pill formulas. I've already said it: as long as you can produce what I want, everything is negotiable. Otherwise, there's no chance whatsoever. If you don't have it, hurry up and leave!"
"Listen, Old Sun, you won't even say what you want. How am I supposed to get it? How many fine things have I brought you already? I've even brought eighth-tier medicinal ingredients!" The man seemed rather aggrieved too.
"How have I not told you? I need a seventh-tier spirit herb, but I can't name it. If you have any, bring them to me. If one catches my eye, I'll trade with you!" Old Sun retorted heatedly.
Outside, Tang Yan could not help chuckling in disbelief at Old Sun's words. This old man really was rather unreasonable.
But what could anyone do when he held the pill formulas? Even if he was unreasonable, what could they do to him?
"You..." The man was about to say more when his gaze swept aside and caught sight of Tang Yan entering. With someone else present, he could hardly continue and could only stand to one side, glaring helplessly.
Tang Yan walked into the shop and quickly looked around.
The shop was small, only three to five paces square, though that was more