Su Chengyu wouldn't be courteous to people like Tang Jin. When it was time to push, he wouldn't hold back. Right now, the one thing he lacked the most was various materials for alchemy.
A Lingzhi mushroom of two hundred years was already incredibly rare. Therefore, it was no wonder Tang Jin was reluctantly fishing it out.
"Su Chengyu, don't push your luck. You have to leave some for me, right? You know how much effort it took me to get this two hundred-year-old Lingzhi, right?"
Tang Jin was gritting his teeth, clearly unwilling.
"You think you have the right to choose? Remember, deliver within today, or die. Alright, you can leave now. Of course, if your skin is thick, you can also stay and finish the meal before you go."
After Su Chengyu spoke coldly, Tang Jin dared not retort. Who told him and his son to provoke Su Chengyu?
The father and son left the banquet hall dispiritedly.
"Congratulations, Mr. Su, for becoming a Grandmaster and ranking among the top three masters."
