Jing Wuyan looked at Qin Yi for help, hoping Qin Yi could say a few words on his behalf. But clearly, Jing Wuyan still didn't understand Qin Yi's character.
Qin Yi was regretting offering a low price at this moment; to him, Jing Wuyan's plea was like a pillow being delivered to a sleepy person.
"She's right; the two of us are a packaged deal. Our prices have always been the same. If one party is dissatisfied with the price, the deal won't go through."
Jing Wuyan was speechless, bitterness flooding his mouth, and he cursed Qin Yi and Yun Mengyao, calling them bandits, saying it was outright robbery. Qin Yi's high price was understandable, but Yun Mengyao was simply not worth that much.
"Brother Qin..."
Qin Yi sighed and shook his head, "It seems we can't make this deal."
Jing Wuyan was about to cry without tears and gritted his teeth, "Fine, I'm willing to spend five thousand mid-grade spirit stones to ask Fairy Yun for help."
