However, Huo Bai clearly hadn't given up despite Fang Qingyuan's polite refusal. Sixty years ago, Fang Qingyuan was a nobody, but the Fang Qingyuan of today was a hot commodity.
This was no longer just a growth stock; it was a monster stock, and Huo Bai was determined to get a firm grip on it.
However, Huo Bai also understood that haste makes waste. After raising the subject, he saw that Fang Qingyuan hadn't let Huo Yao'Er's beauty go to his head. This earned Fang Qingyuan a bit more of his approval, and he set aside the idea of finalizing things in one fell swoop.
.....
Leaving Huo Bai, Fang Qingyuan wore a puzzled expression. Though Huo Bai looked miserable—like he was at death's door—Fang Qingyuan's keen eyes told him that he was definitely not as wretched as he appeared on the surface.
Furthermore, the vital energy within his body, while very similar to that of the Blood Saber he'd encountered, had subtle differences. That was very strange.
'What is Huo Bai hiding?'
