The medicinal ingredients on the list were few, only a little over thirty types, but each one was priceless.
"The ingredients you're asking for are far too precious, and you want a hundred portions of each. You might as well take my life instead."
Ning Xuan pondered for a moment. "Eighty portions! Give me eighty portions of each kind!"
"I really don't have that many! Fifty at most!"
"Fine, deal!"
A sly, foxlike smile crept onto Ning Xuan's face.
The King of Dong Cang's face turned green.
Damn it, I fell for this guy's trick!
"Don't worry, I won't take your things for nothing." After speaking, a trickle of fresh blood spilled from the corner of his mouth as he chuckled. "You keep your face, and I get the ingredients. Neither of us loses."
What else could he say at this point? He was the dignified ruler of a nation; he truly couldn't afford to lose face. But the thought of what he had to give Ning Xuan made his heart, his liver, and even his balls ache.
