"You want to buy the Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needle?"
The sudden news stunned Qin Yang for a moment. He couldn't help but size up Xia He. He looked utterly exhausted, and the faint smell of blood clung to him.
He scanned him with his Spiritual Power.
'Extremely weak. He might have been at a murder scene last night!'
"Yeah, Old Qin. I'll buy as many as you have! Money is no object."
Xia He nodded, taking out his phone and opening the payment screen. "As long as you're willing to sell, I can pay right now!"
"It's fine. If you just want a few, I can give them to you," Qin Yang said, shaking his head. "These Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needles aren't a big deal."
"But..."
His tone shifted as he continued, "If you want to buy in bulk, like a wholesale deal, then the price might be a *tad* bit more expensive."
After all.
Giving them to his brother, Xia He, was a matter of friendship.
The number didn't matter.
