"I am simply unsure of what you two desire. Please, speak plainly. Our auction house will do its utmost to satisfy you both."
Yi Wenqing's words made Song Changsheng's heart race. A flurry of unrealistic ideas flashed through his mind, but thankfully, he hadn't lost his senses and quickly calmed himself.
Though his words were generous, it didn't mean he'd truly grant their every wish. There was a line to walk. Asking for too little would be an injustice to their contribution, but asking for too much would be shameless. No matter how wealthy and influential they were, they were no suckers.
After a moment of contemplation, Song Changsheng steeled himself. "Senior, would it be possible for the two of us to discuss this for a moment?"
Yi Wenqing raised an eyebrow. He hadn't expected that answer, but it was all the same to him. He nodded slightly. "Of course. Once you two fellow Daoists have made your decision, just tell her. This old man must go see Wanyun, so I will take my leave."
