"Fifteen thousand-year Spiritual Medicines, and you expect to monopolize a sentient ten-thousand-year Spiritual Medicine? Is it that your head isn't working, or do you think by batting your eyes at me and wiggling your butt, I'd foolishly offer up this sentient ten-thousand-year Spiritual Medicine?" Zhang Xiaohao sneered.
"What, you want to go back on your word now?" Gong Ningyue's eyes turned icy as she spoke.
"Going back on my word is out of the question, but... the terms need to be renegotiated," Zhang Xiaohao stated sternly.
"Giggle! Little brother, how would you like to change them?" Gong Ningyue chuckled.
Her beautiful eyes turned frosty, and two sharp lights flashed from the depths before vanishing.
"Put away that nauseating act, or else I won't mind having a go with you!" Zhang Xiaohao warned.
"Speak! What do you really want?" Gong Ningyue demanded.
