For some reason, as Golden Cicada Master looked into Xu Zimo's eyes, fear rose in his heart.
"What do you want?" he asked.
"How much do you think your life is worth?" Xu Zimo asked.
"Just say what you want," Golden Cicada Master replied.
"Innkeeper, bring me some paper and ink," Xu Zimo instructed the innkeeper beside him.
"Ask him for the money for the damage to the inn."
The innkeeper looked at Golden Cicada Master.
Golden Cicada Master merely snorted coldly, then tossed over several thousand Spirit Crystals.
The innkeeper carefully put them away, then took out paper and ink from the counter that had already become ruins and placed them before Xu Zimo.
"Demon Emperor Flower, Ghost Withered Branch, Mana Fruit, Void Heaven Divine Vine, Black Orchid..."
Xu Zimo filled an entire sheet of paper in a grand sweep of his brush.
Since he would be attending the Myriad Laws Pill Gathering tomorrow, he was preparing spare materials for pill refinement.
"Before the sun rises tomorrow, I want to see the mystic herbs listed here," Xu Zimo said.
Golden Cicada Master took the list and glanced through it. His expression instantly turned ugly.
Any one of the herbs on it was a top-grade mystic herb. Some were so scarce that they had a price but no market.
"You are making things too difficult for me, sir," Golden Cicada Master said.
"You don't have to accept. That is, if you think these things are more important than your life," Xu Zimo said.
"You can also pretend to agree, then find other people from the Chan Sect to help you.
I do not care. In any case, I want to see these mystic herbs tomorrow morning. Only then will you remain safe and sound."
Hearing Xu Zimo's words, Golden Cicada