The middle-aged man's heart harbored a bit of a complaint: this was not the place to say such things. If we'd spoken in private, we could have discussed it, but with you doing this now, how can I negotiate with you? You can't blame me for lying; you've cornered me into it.
But if I'm being honest, he thought that the princely heir really wasn't worth a hundred Immortal Crystals, not even ten. Even if the Prince's Mansion had ten Immortal Crystals, it was unlikely they would compensate that much.
Feng Jun heard his denial and simply scoffed, "No Immortal Crystals? Then tell me, where did the Immortal Crystals in the Array Plate come from?"
The middle-aged man moved his mouth, about to say that it was "Wonderful Hand Pavilion's business, how should I know?"
However, before he could speak, Feng Jun motioned with his hand and spoke coldly, "Before you deny it, consider the consequences. Think about what will happen if you deceive me."
