After being driven to the mountain gate, Fang Xuan suddenly stopped the two men, slipped them some silver, and whispered, "My brothers won't last more than a few days in this condition. Let me feed them some pills!"
"Drinking piss is enough for them!" The two men pocketed the money but paid no heed to Fang Xuan's request, shoving him outside. Their gazes even swept over his Storage Ring, thick greed flashing in their eyes.
Fang Xuan dared not argue. Looking at the two men hanging there, he gave a bitter smile. "Brothers, hold on a little longer. I'll get you both out in a few days!"
After reminding the two to keep their lips sealed and not invite more suffering, Fang Xuan walked away in a daze.
Once outside Heaven-Covering Valley, Fang Xuan felt pressure unlike anything he had ever experienced. How should he handle this?
Spend another forty billion taels of silver?
If it could save Yang Jiayi and Yu Juechen, he was willing to spend another forty billion taels. What troubled him, however, was still the uncertainty.
If the Desolate Clan went back on its word again, even Reach the Summit could not withstand that kind of expenditure.
Besides, constantly being led around by the nose felt utterly unbearable.
Should he try once more, or launch the Mountain-Moving Plan outright? If he launched the Mountain-Moving Plan, the Desolate Clan might well grow afraid and offer to release the men in exchange for peace.
But they might also kill Yang Jiayi and Yu Juechen outright to vent their anger...
After agonizing for a long time, Fang Xuan let out a long breath.
He would prepare for both possibilities. First, he would go to the Fishless Tower to order supplies, then immediately return to discuss things with Tang Yan.