In a remote jungle nestled between Chu City and Whitewater City within the Da Xuan Country, a thin and frail figure was leaning against a thick tree trunk. Both of his legs were spread apart in a relaxed manner. This figure belonged to a thirteen or fourteen-year-old teenager. Aside from his unusually pale face, the boy had fairly common facial features. His clothes were loose-fitting and a bright shining steel sword was carelessly thrown by his side.
Liu Ming unceremoniously took it with one hand and quickly scanned it with his eyes. Suddenly, with a slight smile, he said,
"So these are the trade conditions of the Bai Family? All these items together amount to just a few thousand spirit stones. Does your esteemed family truly believe that for such a trifling amount of spirit stones, I would willingly invite trouble upon myself?"
"Bai Xingliu knows that these resources may seem a bit meager to Young Master Liu, but our Bai family's foundation indeed cannot be compared with the larger noble families, and we could only gather this much for the time being. However, the Bai family can promise Young Master Liu that, after half a year, we will be able to provide another batch of resources of the same quantity," Bai Xingliu said resolutely after taking a deep breath.
"What? Big brother, how could this be acceptable?" Second Bai immediately protested anxiously upon hearing this.