In actuality, Fang Xing did not land entirely and kept around thirty feet of distance. When he saw Xiao Jianming rush inside the formation, he spoke with a hushed voice, "You better cooperate with me here in a moment. When I ask you to run, you run. I—your grandpa—will promise you that you’ll have plenty of benefits from this. You can have all of the food and wines you can imagine, and all the sexy phoenixes you can bed! But if you don’t cooperate, heh heh, at worst, I’ll just give him back the herb and you’ll be sacrificed along with it. Your choice!"
The crow shifted his eyes once again being muttering, "I’ll do as you say if you promise to give me four leaves from the Purple Mist Orchid!"
It didn’t take long for Fang Xing to reply. "One leaf!"
"Three!"
"Two!"
"I ain’t doing it if it’s less than three!" the golden crow replied with an unpleasant yell.
With a "swoosh" sound, Fang Xing once again placed his saber against the crow’s featherless neck. "Two and a half!"
