Hearing that Cheng Zongyang actually wanted to buy his method for raising Exotic Beasts, the butcher just chuckled.
"Kid, if you don't have any business, scram. Don't get in my way while I'm packing up."
Cheng Zongyang wasn't annoyed. He just stood to the side and continued,
"Since you're not willing to sell your method, I can buy your Exotic Beasts at market price. Same offer as before: I'll buy as many as you have. If you don't have enough, you can get more from others. I don't care what price you get them for; I'll still buy them from you at your price of five Spirit Crystals for every two catties."
Seeing how insistent Cheng Zongyang was, the butcher placed his things onto a flatbed cart, wiped his hands with a rag, and walked over. "Are you sure you want that much? The blood, too?"
