"Fine," said the alchemy master Sangda nonchalantly, "bring out all the spiritual grass needed for refining the Congealing Reality Dan Medicine. I'll take sixty percent of the Dan Medicine and add a thousand low-grade spiritual stones." He had just emerged from seclusion, having made a breakthrough in his research on an elixir recipe, and was in a particularly good mood. Otherwise, Ning Cheng and Taishu Shi wouldn't have been able to gain access so quickly.
Ning Cheng inwardly exclaimed at the extortionate demand: not only taking sixty percent of the Dan Medicine but also asking for an additional thousand low-grade spiritual stones. And he spoke in such an indifferent tone, as if he didn't care whether he refined it or not. Were all alchemists so arrogantly confident?
"Elder Sangda, I have some information that might be useful to you. If it is, I'd like to keep fifty percent of the Dan Medicine. If it's not, we can go with what you propose," Ning Cheng tentatively bargained.
