"You don't care whether this boy lives or dies?" Feng He had not expected Huo Lian to say that.
"I can't take the risk. As you said, I've poured a great deal of effort into Huang Xiao, and that effort cannot go to waste," Huo Lian said. "Treasures like the Supreme Ghost Stele have miraculous effects. You've never encountered many of their uses, so you probably know nothing about them. There's nothing surprising about that. Since Huang Xiao can sense something like this, it's perfectly normal that you cannot."
"Then die." Feng He clamped a hand around Huang Xiao's neck.
"Wait, I still have something to say!" Huo Lian hurriedly shouted.
"What is there to say besides the Supreme Ghost Stele?" Feng He asked coldly. "Don't even think about playing tricks or rescuing Huang Xiao from this old man's grasp. The moment you entertain that thought, this old man can finish this boy before you make your move."
"Of course I know that. Otherwise, do you think I would stand here discussing this with you so calmly?" Huo Lian said. "I can offer something else in exchange."
"An exchange? What do you have to offer?" Feng He said. "In the Demon Hall, only the Supreme Demon Wall stands on equal footing with the Supreme Ghost Stele. Unfortunately, you don't have the Supreme Demon Wall. Even if you offered it in exchange, this old man wouldn't agree. That thing greatly benefits Demonic Path practitioners, but to us Ghost Dao practitioners, it's chicken ribs—something we could take or leave."
"Of course I'm not talking about the Supreme Demon Wall," Huo Lian said.
"Let's hear it." Feng He was rather curious now.
Judging by Huo Lian's tone, he seemed to have something that could sway him.
"The Longevity Pill," Huo Lian said.
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