Before long, Fa Nan had made his decision. High-year "Flowers of the Other Shore" naturally produced better pill-refining results; it was only that those cultivators did not want to risk their lives.
That was why they stipulated that every mission had to bring back at least three three-hundred-year Flowers of the Other Shore. Once those cultivators could no longer gather any from the outskirts, they could only risk going deeper in.
But under normal circumstances, those cultivators still tried their utmost to travel farther away, so they could roam around the outer regions.
Thus, Flowers of the Other Shore over six hundred years old were exceedingly rare, let alone gathering so many in a single trip.
"You said you were confident. Just how much confidence do you have?"
"Fifty percent!"
Upon hearing this, the ghostly light in Fa Nan's eyes flickered several times as he judged whether Li Yan's words were true or false.
"Fifty percent? If I find out you deliberately sought death, what do you think will become of you?"
"My lord, that is the River of Netherfall. Who would be willing to sink into damnation for eternity? If that were what I wanted, couldn't I have simply jumped in during any mission?"
Fa Nan looked at Li Yan, whose eyes were already bloodshot. This man wanted to make one desperate gamble while he still had people at hand.
Fa Nan did not believe Li Yan had a fifty-percent chance. Thirty percent would already be impressive. Still, the condition Li Yan proposed was indeed highly tempting.
Li Yan, still bent in salute, was equally anxious. Only after learning the value of the Flowers of the Other Shore had he offered such terms.
He had reached this condition only after weighing it carefully for a long time. Otherwise, it