Gu Chengan’s message had hardly gone out when Gu Xiyue quickly replied.
[Sister: Have you gotten yourself involved with them?]
[Gu Chengan: No, just asking around.]
[Sister: Oh, then there’s no need to sever ties.]
[Gu Chengan: Sister, is the Ever Winning Army really that formidable?]
Although he had looked it up online, the information on the internet isn’t always truthful, so he decided to seek confirmation from Gu Xiyue.
However, the fact that his sister was willing to sever ties with him over this suggested that they must indeed be very formidable.
[Sister: Have you ever heard a saying?]
[Gu Chengan: What saying?]
[Sister: Don’t mess with the Ever Winning Army.]
[Gu Chengan: Are they so formidable that even you wouldn’t dare to provoke them?]
In Gu Chengan’s view, Gu Xiyue was the most formidable person he had ever met. In his memory, there had never been anyone she was afraid to provoke.
[Sister: I’d rather not be exiled abroad.]
Seeing this, Gu Chengan fell silent.
In the Gu Family’s small courtyard.
Upon exiting the Gu Family living room, Yun Yan instructed his three subordinates to wait outside while he and Gu Zhiqi moved to a corner of the yard for a private conversation.
"From Miss Gu’s earlier implications, does Miss Gu possess medicine that can restore my foundation?" Yun Yan asked, his eyes firmly fixed on Gu Zhiqi.
Injuring one’s Ancient Martial Arts foundation meant being cut off from Ancient Martial Arts forever.
It’s worth noting that Master Jin, one of the leaders of the Ever Winning Army, injured his foundation two years ago and has still not recovered.
At the time of Master Jin’s injury, Alliance Leader Ling Wanrong of the Immortal Medical Alliance personally tried to help him, but ultimately failed to cure the injury.
Even now, Alliance Leader Ling remains in closed-door cultivation over the matter, and Master Jin has not been able to continue his practice of Ancient Martial Arts.
His condition was similar to, and even somewhat more severe than, Master Jin’s.
Even though Su Yunling and the others had been continuously trying to connect him with Divine Healers from the Ancient Martial Arts World, he knew that the chances of his injury being cured were nearly zero.
Yun Yan only partially believed Gu Zhiqi’s claim that she had an elixir capable of healing his foundation, perhaps only one-thousandth of it.
However, he was habitually cautious, and even if the possibility was minuscule, he disliked outright rejection. Coupled with the slim chance that it could be true, he decided it was worth discussing with Gu Zhiqi further.
As for how much of his willingness was due to hope or caution, even he couldn’t distinguish.
Listening to Yun Yan’s question, Gu Zhiqi nodded lightly.
Seeing this, Yun Yan’s dark, cool eyes flickered slightly, "Elixir, may I have a look at it first?"
"That’s not possible," Gu Zhiqi flatly refused.
"The medicine isn’t refined yet."
"Mr. Yun, if you’re sincerely interested, you can pay a deposit first, and then come to see the medicine once it’s ready."
Just preparing the ingredients already involved substantial costs, and without collecting a deposit, she’d be at a huge loss if he suddenly declined. It was essential to negotiate the terms first.
I suspect you’re trying to swindle my money.
Thinking of the young lady’s acquaintance with his family head, Yun Yan quickly dismissed the thought from his mind.
His expression unchanged, he continued to speak to Gu Zhiqi, "Miss Gu, just your verbal assurance of the medicine’s efficacy is hardly convincing."
If he believed one-thousandth before, he now believed only one in a million, or rather, one in a billion.
Gu Zhiqi was accustomed to such skepticism, a hint of regret flickered in her languid eyes, her brows and eyes lazily curved as she looked at Yun Yan, "Well then, you’re welcome to come find me when you believe."
People from Mysterious Sect believed in Fate Law, not forcing matters, especially not forcing unbelievers.
Won’t you insist even a little bit more?