"Think about it," Xiong Zi Ying interjected, his voice dripping with persuasion. "Pills that can elevate you to Golden Immortal and Mystic Immortal realms, without side effects. How many years would it take you to reach those heights naturally? A hundred thousand? A million? Ten million?"
"Why waste millennia struggling to break through when you could spend that time gathering even greater resources?" Zhiyi added, his words a tempting lure.
"And let's not forget," Bing Xue chimed in, twirling the Sky Sunder Feather between his fingers. "Your enemies won't wait for you to reach Mystic Immortal. Who knows when they'll strike?"
Shenlian Yingyue idly traced her fingers along the Storm Peacock Crown, her expression serene. Internally, however, she was amused by their ruthless bargaining tactics.
"How do we know these pills are truly as miraculous as you claim?" Peng Ruining demanded, cautious.
