Franco's attitude toward Andrew did a complete change. In any other situation, if Andrew told him to bark, Franco probably would not even hesitate.

Instead of rewarding his sudden enthusiasm, Andrew snapped the crystal box shut with a crisp click.

The sweet fragrance in the air vanished instantly.

He said coldly, "Sorry, but this is mine. And you, Mr. McClure… mind telling me who the hell you think you are?"

The blatant insult made Franco's face flush red with rage. "You little…"

Before he could finish, Devin raised a hand to silence him.

Devin looked at Andrew, his eyes gleaming with interest. "Andrew, were you serious about what you said just now? You're really offering to cut the total price by one-third and gift the Iron Sword Sect at least one eighth-grade divine pill every year?"

Andrew smiled easily. "A man's word is his bond, Mr. Kaplan. You knew my father… Do you really think his son would go back on his word?"

Devin took a deep breath, then broke into hearty