Xu Yuan shook his head and said in a low voice, "Old Man Hua, as a Primordial strongman, you should be very clear about the value of this cultivation technique. If it were to be released to the outside world, it could become the proprietary technique of some sects."
Hua Hong snorted with a hint of laughter, trying to drive a hard bargain,
"Then the sects you are referring to must be some second-rate ones."
Upon hearing this, Xu Yuan waved his hands dismissively,
"I've named my price. If you don't accept it, I'll look for another commerce assembly."
Hua Hong let out a long sigh and said softly,
"Fine, 500,000 Silver Taels it is. How many copies do you have in total?"
Xu Yuan grinned as if suddenly remembering something, and reminded,
"Right, the 500,000 Silver Taels I referred to is the internal purchase price at the Prime Minister's Mansion."
"What did you say?!"
Hua Hong's wrinkles quivered as he glared at Xu Yuan, his mustache bristling.