Steward Liu's words left the woman at a loss for words. A moment ago, she really had been thinking of selling her spot to him.
She didn't believe in Jiang Zuo either.
Jiang Zuo said calmly, "Why don't you sell the spot to me? Name your price."
The moment he spoke, it wasn't just Steward Liu and the woman—even the middle-aged man to the side was utterly astonished.
'Is he grandstanding again?'
'Trying to save face?'
'Does he really need to go this far?'
Jiang Zuo looked at the woman and said, "I'm in a hurry. Name your price."
The woman hesitated for a moment, then finally smiled.
'She'd figured it out. It wasn't going to happen anyway, so why worry about the pros and cons? It was already a lost cause. She might as well play along with this young fellow Daoist.'
"Alright, I'm not selling. Send me in."
Then, with a wave of Jiang Zuo's hand, the two of them vanished instantly. With no warning, no sign whatsoever, they were simply gone.
