Xue Fuyao suddenly leaned closer, almost face-to-face with Jiang Zuo, and said in a beguiling voice, "Then do you want the inheritance Zhong Ying left behind?"
Jiang Zuo, who had initially been startled by Xue Fuyao's sudden approach, abruptly froze. He even forgot to dodge, staring straight at her as he asked, "Are you serious?"
"You know where Zhong Ying's Inheritance is?"
Xue Fuyao nodded. "I do, and I can help you obtain it."
Hearing this, Jiang Zuo instead calmed down. No one knew better than he did that there was no free lunch in this world.
"What do you want? Or rather, what do you want to get from me?"
"I want you." Xue Fuyao looked at Jiang Zuo. "Your concealed weapons, that is. Several of my subordinates are very interested in them. My condition is that after you obtain the inheritance, you must personally teach them how to use and make concealed weapons, without holding anything back."
"That's all?" Jiang Zuo asked.
Xue Fuyao nodded. "Yes, that's all. So, do you agree?"
Jiang Zuo did not answer immediately, instead lowering his eyes as he pondered something.
To anyone else, Xue Fuyao's demand would have been extremely excessive. She had opened her mouth and asked to learn his signature skills, even demanding that he hold nothing back. This was tantamount to passing his signature skills on to outsiders, something that would make enemies.
But Jiang Zuo's mind worked differently from most people's. He was extremely confident in his talent and firmly believed that tomorrow's self would surely be stronger than today's, so he was not averse to teaching his skills to others.
On the contrary, he considered the emergence of competitors a good thing, something that could spur him to advance further.
"All right, I agree to your terms,