Theon trembled as he tried to suppress his rage. Deep down, he knew Andrew's alchemy skills truly did qualify him to look down on him.

Andrew said calmly, "Secondly, smart men, like Mr. Kaplan here, have already figured out why I came. Since I'm here, obviously, I came to bring Iron Sword Sect some real medicine. Otherwise, why would I bother showing up to disturb anyone?"

He smirked. "Unlike certain people who nickel-and-dime every deal they make with Mr. Kaplan, fussing over scraps of profit. Honestly, we're all respectable people here, and I can't stand that kind of petty behavior. No class, no generosity at all."

Mikayla's face darkened, and Theon's expression grew even uglier.

Devin burst into hearty laughter. "Andrew, you've got guts, I'll give you that. Alright then, let's hear it. What are you offering?"

Andrew smiled slightly. "It's simple. Whatever Sovereign's Apothecary offered, Medicine God's Covenant will lower the price by one-third. And every year, I'll persona