Zhang Feiyan's lips twitched twice.
Thought:
"Ding Ling has already become explosively powerful. And yet he's still not satisfied, wanting to enhance himself through the great medicine baths?"
He sighed inwardly but said aloud:
"No."
"Oh?"
Ding Ling cast a deep glance at Zhang Feiyan.
Only when Zhang Feiyan felt a tingling on his scalp did Ding Ling say:
"That's truly unfortunate."
Zhang Feiyan laughed dryly, feeling uncomfortable all over, increasingly regretting his rashness in leading troops to discuss this matter!
Being manipulated by Ding Ling!
This made him extremely uneasy!
However, he did not lie.
He really didn't have the great medicine.
Many in the Black Mountain Army understood the breathing technique, and although these techniques varied in strength, the sheer number of practitioners meant the demand for medicinal ingredients was astonishing.
Supply falling short of demand was common.
Where would there be extra to give to Ding Ling?
