Indeed, those worthy of the title "Heavenly Master" are never easy to deal with.
Upon hearing Tang Wenji say so, Feng Jun didn't want to beat around the bush anymore—being a man, he couldn't be more coy than a woman.
Thus, he spoke frankly, "I'm actually quite interested in some of the talismans of Maoshan... for research purposes."
This answer fell within Tang Wenji's expectations. She nodded slightly, "Hmm, and then?"
Feng Jun lit up another cigarette, "You might doubt that this ancestral tablet is a storage magical artifact, but I can prove it is, and then help you retrieve some items from it... I can also store some items back in it, but I can't help for nothing."
When Tang Wenji heard this, she finally let out a sigh of relief—at last, you've put forward your demands.
Truth be told, her biggest worry had been that the other party wouldn't care for the trivial offerings of Maoshan, but as long as there were demands, there was room for negotiation.
