"Alright, I've remembered. So, what's the price?"
"Price?"
"Do you think I would take revenge for you without any benefit?"
"The Wenqing Sword Manual?"
"I don't practice swordsmanship."
"The Wenqing Mental Techniques?"
"I'm not lacking any mental techniques."
"Health Secret Tomes?"
"Got plenty at home."
The two sides haggled while still fighting.
Tan Wenbin had two more gashes on his body, and a small hole was pierced into his back. The Daoist's ribs were broken, and blood flowed incessantly from his eyes, ears, mouth, and nose.
"Just now, you revealed the Dragon King's Court, what could I possibly have to impress you?"
"Actually, we aren't as well off as you think, mainly because you have nothing valuable."
"Forget it, let me take a breath, seek some dignity, don't follow up and interrupt!"
"Alright."
This time, when the Daoist retreated, Tan Wenbin did not follow.
