"Can you tell me your name?"
Wu Gang did not engage with the man in discussing this question, but instead shifted the topic and asked.
"My name is Lew Tiezhu."
The man said directly, "Just call me Tie Zhu."
"Tie Zhu."
Wu Gang laughed a little, the way rural people name themselves is just that simple.
"That…"
Wu Gang called out, then asked with a furrowed brow, "Can you tell me what you want the Ice Mountain Divine Wood for?"
The Lingxuan Grass was in Tie Zhu's hands, Wu Gang had already decided he wasn't going to try and snatch it.
However, it wasn't completely impossible, so Wu Gang took the initiative to ask Lew Tiezhu what he wanted the Ice Mountain Divine Wood for.
If it was for healing and saving people, Wu Gang might have a way, but if not, Wu Gang probably wouldn't give up the Lingxuan Grass so easily.
"Do you have it?"
Honesty and a touch of arrogance appeared on Tie Zhu's face as he looked at Wu Gang and asked.
Wu Gang said with some resignation, "No, I don't."