But Ancient Wen Heng was stubborn. To him, these material possessions were nothing compared to Jin Qianqian and their unborn child. "As long as you're willing to sell, I'll buy it at any price. I can even give you two of my carriage compartments."
If Guo Yurong's whereabouts hadn't been so erratic these past two years, Ancient Wen Heng wouldn't have wasted his breath arguing with Ouyang Bing here.
"You've mentioned this to me before, but I truly don't have any left," Ouyang Bing said, looking troubled. The item had been a gift from an elder for self-protection. He already regretted his moment of weakness when he'd given one away before. He hadn't expected the young man to pull this stunt again.
After a moment of thought, he said, "How about this? I won't be leaving Dao City for a while. If your wife gives birth safely this time, we'll just let the matter drop."
"And I won't take those two carriage compartments from you for free. You can name your price."
