"Zhang San, are you being a bit too greedy?"
At this moment, Zhao Siyang's face was ashen, looking even weaker than when he had pretended to be weak before.
It's uncertain who had irritated him.
"Look at what you're saying. You don't understand the Language of All Things, and you don't know that speaking it consumes a great deal of Qi. I kept three Pills to restore my Qi to replenish my depletion. Isn't that normal? Can that be called greedy?"
Zhao Siyang glared and said angrily, "What about the Body-Strengthening Pills then?"
"I helped you translate and communicate, and I also helped you avoid a fight, reducing your karma from killing. Charging a little fee, Third Miss Gan, don't you think it's reasonable? Can that be called greedy?"
Grinding his teeth, Zhao Siyang asked, "What about the Healing Pills? You're not even injured."
"There you are wrong. Just because I'm not injured now doesn't mean I won't be later. It's about prevention."
