"Shopkeeper, the person in my arms is Su Jiyuan, a commander of Heaven-Prison Manor!"
Lu Ren spoke slowly. "Her soul has suffered a devastating injury. She's hanging by a thread, and she urgently needs this pill to save her life."
The shopkeeper looked at Su Jiyuan, his face draining of color. "What did you say? She's Su Jiyuan?"
Su Jiyuan was not merely a commander of Heaven-Prison Manor. She was also the woman personally chosen by its young master.
Lu Ren nodded. "That's right!"
"But..."
The shopkeeper looked troubled.
"No buts. Give me the Eternal Soul-Spirit Pill first. Once I've healed Lady Su Jiyuan, I'll find a way to repay you. Surely you're not afraid Lady Su Jiyuan would refuse to pay back a debt of a hundred thousand Origin Dao Stones?"
The shopkeeper knitted his brows. "But the Eternal Soul-Spirit Pill is far too—"
Lu Ren cut him off, his voice turning cold with a hint of threat. "If she dies because she couldn't get the pill, do you think Heaven-Prison Manor will let it go? Can your Soul-Gathering Pavilion withstand Lord Qiu Wanzhen's wrath?"
The shopkeeper's expression shifted as his gaze fell on Su Jiyuan's deathly pale face.
He knew all too well how domineering Heaven-Prison Manor could be. And Su Jiyuan was the woman Qiu Wanzhen, its young master, had chosen for himself.
If Qiu Wanzhen blamed him for this, the Soul-Gathering Pavilion would never withstand his wrath.
At last, the shopkeeper gritted his teeth and nodded. "Very well, honored guest. I can give you the Eternal Soul-Spirit Pill first, but you must sign an IOU and repay the hundred thousand Origin Dao Stones within the agreed time!"
"Don't worry!"
Lu Ren nodded.
The shopkeeper said no more and hurried into the inner room.
A moment later,