"Yan Wei said you can practice Alchemy!"
The man in black persistently clung to Tang Rao, regardless that his goal was singular: Elixir Pills.
If Tang Rao provided the pills, life would be easier; without them, life wouldn't be so pleasant, constantly facing a persistent person. He needed to remind Tang Rao to mentally prepare for this in advance.
"I can indeed practice it, alright, I admit I'm capable," Tang Rao pursed his lips, seemingly unwilling to acknowledge his own excellence too quickly, "But why should I make pills for you? There are plenty of people willing to save me, you and the An Family Master haven't even crossed paths, so why assume I'm to help you? This transaction wasn't established from the start."
We're all reasonable people, right? Reasonable people should speak properly.
