Long Ao had laid out two conditions, but they were effectively one, with the crucial prerequisite that it be fulfilled immediately.
"Long Yili, my terms are simple. I'll help you kill Long Jing, and you'll give me one thousand Soaring Dragon Pills."
"What did you say?"
Long Yili didn't seem to have processed it yet. After all, he knew better than anyone what one thousand Soaring Dragon Pills represented.
"Long Ao, have you lost your mind? Demanding one thousand Soaring Dragon Pills... Do you really think you're the only one I can turn to?"
Long Yili was clearly furious. 'What a joke. One thousand Soaring Dragon Pills! Forget him—even for the Fourth Level Long Family, or even the Thunder Royal Family, producing one thousand Soaring Dragon Pills would be no easy task.'
Long Ao's expression remained indifferent. He said coolly, "Long Yili, you need to remember this: you are the one asking for my help, not the other way around. One thousand Soaring Dragon Pills, not one less."
