"Three Ziyang Pills." Xiang Yuesheng said.
Guo Yijian laughed, "Eight! This kid is not easy to deal with."
Xiang Yuesheng bargained, "Five. His life is worth only three Ziyang Pills. The other two can be considered as a token of my goodwill. If Grand Airspace Officer Guo is unwilling, let it go. Once I'm done with my business, I will personally take his life."
"Deal!"
Without hesitation, Guo Yijian agreed.
In his view, killing Su Chengyu was a trivial matter. Getting five Ziyang Pills from Xiang Yuesheng was enough. Coupled with the elixirs he already possesses, his son could raise his realm by two grades before the Dragon Soul Convention, impressing everyone.
"To show sincerity, I will send two Ziyang Pills first, and the remaining three pills will be given after confirming Su Cheng's death." Xiang Yuesheng generously said.
Chairman Xiang, you have my word, whatever I have promised, I never go back on it. That kid can't possibly leave Danyang alive."