Li Qiye remained stoic: “Tell me about the Longevity Grass and I will tell you my real thoughts.”

“Ah… haggling with me? That’s just like me… fine, fine, it’s okay to tell you. The bastards didn’t get the Longevity Grass. Ah… it’s impossible to take the Longevity Grass, unless, unless I allow it.” The old man’s chest was rising up and down from laughing but this made it harder for him to breathe.

Li Qiye heaved a sigh of relief. It would be a devastating blow if the Ancient Ming had obtained that heavenly treasure. Now he could finally relax.

“However, brat, don’t be excited just yet. The Ancient Ming bastards are, are nothing compared...