Inside an underground chamber deep beneath the Blood Lotus Tavern, Mo Jian sat across from an old man whose face bore a deep, jagged scar that stretched from his temple to his chin.
The scar alone was enough to send a clear message to anyone who met him.
"Kid, what do you want?" the scarred man asked, his rough, echoing through the chamber.
"I need five Intermediate Golden Core Experts," Mo Jian replied, his tone calm and composed.
Despite the man's intimidating presence, Mo Jian remained unshaken.
To him, this scarred man was no different from any ordinary man he might meet on the streets.
The scarred man's eyes narrowed slightly as he studied Mo Jian.
"Do you even know how much that's going to cost you?" he asked after a pause.
"I know," Mo Jian said, giving a slight nod.
"Good. When do you need them?" the man asked, leaning forward with a glint of interest in his eyes.
Business had been slow for weeks, and he could already smell a lot of wealth from this deal.
