Liu Haoshuai was on the verge of tears. There was no way he could come up with so much money. He pleaded, "I don't have that much money on me. I only have a million."
"A million won't do. If you really can't come up with it, I'll just take this sword and your uncle's storage bag as ransom. How about that?" Qi Tian proposed.
"Alright, you... Oh, no." Liu Haoshuai seemed to have thought of something. He was about to agree, but he immediately changed his mind and said, "Let me figure something out."
The expression on Liu Haoshuai's face was unstable, clearly in a struggle between retaining his dignity or surrender. For a moment, he gritted his teeth and took out two brocade boxes from his storage bag, and handed them to Qi Tian, saying, "These are two medicinal herbs, a Purple Fire Fruit, and a Sha Mu Thorn. together, they are worth well over ten million on the market. These are the ransom."
