Bam!
Jia Rong fell to the ground under Yunxiao's startled gaze. "Young Master Yun, this is not true! He's lying!" While fuming, he stood up and jerked a finger at Zhong Tai as he snapped, "I know Jia Rong, and I know you are not his disciple!"
"Although Master Jia did not take me as his disciple personally, his disciple Shi Yuan and I are good friends. As we often discuss alchemy together, I'm considered a half-disciple of Master Jia." He studied them suspiciously and asked, "How could someone like you know Master Jia Rong?"
Wu Guang was already losing his patience. "Why waste your breath with these bumpkins, Zhong Tai?" He pointed at Yunxiao and said, "Hurry up and tell me how much you want me to give you for the herb and the girl."
Yunxiao narrowed his eyes as they flashed with a killing intent. With a cold smile, he said, "It's cheap…you can just pay me with your heads."
