Old bastard
Editor: Henyee Translations
Ling Han chuckled, and said, "Really just name the price?"
"Go ahead," Lu Xianming said, similarly with a smile.
Though he was an alchemy prodigy, he also had outstanding accomplishments in martial arts, and was a king tier himself. But he speculated that he was far from Ling Han's level in martial arts. Thus, he was of a mind to recruit him.
If this kind of prodigy was working for him, his status would be even more secured.
In a contest among Holy Sons like them, they were allowed to make a move on each other, but it definitely had to be between equals in cultivation level. Otherwise, if they breached the rules of the sect, not only would their status as Holy Son be stripped, they would even be executed.
A contest was a contest, and rules were rules. They were not allowed to mess around.
Ling Han was invincible among his peers, so before he ascended to the apex, the former could become his absolute helping hand.