The man gave a cold laugh. “You can find someone else if you want. My prices are low enough; if you want a rank three, they charge sixty Stones at under forty percent success rate, and those in rank four—with only a fifty percent success rate—charge at least a hundred Stones. As for those in rank five, heh, for them to—”
Fang Xing waved his hands and interrupted the man’s speech, “Enough. Tell me, how much does it cost for someone with a hundred percent success rate?”
The man gave a blank look before soon laughing coldly at Fang Xing. “Within the entire Danxia Valley, the only disciple with a hundred percent success rate to make a cauldron of this pellet would be none other than Shijie Linyun. One of her attempts will cost at least thirty Stones—”
“Thirty? Then what do I need you for?” Fang Xing laughed while once again interrupting the man. “Tell me where she lives!”
“Thirty Stones of the middle grade!” the man frigidly responded.
