Lin Chuan sneered inwardly. He naturally knew the preciousness of the Myriad-Year Stone Milk; five drops of it were easily worth just as much as a juvenile Kun scale.
Wu Tie was as crafty as they come, a seasoned old fox, but Lin Chuan was no fool either.
That fellow had just asked him how long he planned to stay here, and then casually brought up the trading convention. His purpose, of course, was to keep Lin Chuan right here—perhaps so he could activate the Blood Refining Array during this very convention.
Chapter 781