The two of them haggled back and forth in the flower hall; it took quite a while before they finally settled on a price for the transaction, both very satisfied with the outcome.
Of course, they were satisfied, for they were shearing the public's wool, and the Wu Sect was too wealthy and influential to quibble over such an amount.
The negotiation was very enjoyable, and the servant of the Liu Manor was also very sensible; in the entire courtyard, besides the two of them, there was no one else. Such was the rule of a big estate.
Daoist Zhou lifted his cup, "Then, let's drink to this and hope for a pleasant collaboration."
Liu Yishou raised his cup, and the next instant, he had no idea where he was; with such a close-range sneak attack and an overpowering strength difference, he had no chance to react at all. It wasn't his fault for being careless—after all, he had no known enemies outside, and they had cooperated many times over the past half a year...
