Three days later, Yuan Ming arrived on time at Toad Valley, where he found Zhao Tong, who was lying in the first stone house engrossed in a book.
"Senior Brother Zhao, how did it go? Did you get the Yin Marrow Liquid?" Yuan Ming asked as soon as they met.
Zhao Tong glanced at Yuan Ming sideways, reluctantly closed the book in his hands, stretched lazily, and then leisurely pulled out a transparent glass vial from his bosom and shook it. The vial contained a viscous black liquid that slid up and down the sides of the glass.
"You can trust my work. Here, I got the stuff, but it'll cost two hundred Contribution Value—fair trade, no deceit," Zhao Tong said with a nod and wag of his head.
"Profiteer!"
Yuan Ming frowned upon hearing this and muttered under his breath before probing tentatively, "That seems like an awful lot... How about you lend me two hundred for now, and I'll pay you back when I have it?"
Sure enough, he received a roll of the eyes from Zhao Tong.
