Qin Ye’s back was damp with cold sweat.

In negotiations, one would sometimes encounter an unforeseen problem that threw a spanner in the works, just like how things were right now.

What in the world is a Rain Swallow?

He’d never even heard of something like that before. But the fact that the Mythic Spirit had only asked for ten Rain Swallows suggested that this was something extremely precious and valuable.

A specialty product?

Something used for special hobbies?

Or perhaps… armament? Armament specially produced by the Zhu Clan?

At once, the mention of these foreign words acted like a sudden surge in the tide that threatened to breach the floodgates of his tightly guarded heart.

And there was an abrupt period of silence. An awkward, protracted silence.

Three seconds.

Qin Ye’s mind spun rapidly during these three seconds. Unfortunately, Black Mamba clearly wasn’t willing to give him the luxury of time to think of a proper response. At once, the scales on his eyes shifted as though he were raising an eyebrow quizzically, “Hmm?”

“The esteemed Mythic Spirit must be pulling my leg.” Qin Ye’s heart thumped as hard as war drums on the cusp of a great battle. His blood vessels throbbed as though they were bursting at the seams, but he did his level best to maintain a placid and calm smile on his face, “I’ve never heard of something like that.”

“Is that so…” Black Mamba shut his eyes softly. At once,...