Jiang Yu's last ultimatum had just been delivered.
A few purple gemstones the size of pigeon eggs fell into her hand, the abundant magic power fluctuating on the gems telling the witch their value was indeed genuine.
"Deal!"
Vivian grabbed Jiang Yu's hand fiercely, shaking it with a bit of gritting teeth, "If it weren't for the old men's demands... don't ever fall into my hands in the future!"
Jiang Yu lowered her eyelids, ignoring the other's pale and powerless threat.
Indeed, still got a bargain.
She pondered silently in her heart, weighing those pigeon eggs in her hand, a trace of regret flashing in her eyes. But the transaction had been completed, naturally, there was no room for remorse. She opened her handbag, took out a feather pen and stationery, and wrote a note.
"Follow this to find Zheng Qing, he will accompany you to dance a tune." Jiang Yu lightly tapped, and the letter automatically folded into a paper crane, flapping its wings as it flew between the two witches.
