Deep in the canyon, a thin mist swirled around.
When the graceful woman stopped Qin An, the corner of her lips held a barely perceptible smile, and her voice wrapped around his ears like silk threads.
Qin An's gaze slightly hardened.
He had initially thought she had come to form an alliance, but unexpectedly, she was here to sell information.
After a brief consideration, Qin An asked, "What's the price?"
Though there was fierce competition among the patrol guards, there was an iron rule—tasks could be contested, but not sabotaged.
The same applied to the selling of information, which must be genuine.
If anyone dared to trample this rule, they would surely become the target of everyone.
So Qin An was quite curious about what information this colleague had.
The graceful woman's eyes sparkled, with red lips like they were dipped in cinnabar: "One demon core, and I'll reveal all the information I've gathered."
Qin An rubbed the scabbard of the Hanxing sword: "Too expensive."
