My Scales Can Make Equivalent Exchange

Wang Zijia furrowed his brow slightly as he looked toward Dai Jianjun.

’This fucker isn’t planning to play the role of Party A and delay the payment, is he?’

Dai Jianjun’s shadowy face, rarely showing embarrassment, blushed slightly as he said, "I truly didn’t expect my Fellow Daoist to create such a utensil. The clan really doesn’t have that much liquid funds available right now."

"How long do you need?" Wang Zijia asked expressionlessly.

"Half... How about three months? I’ll give you three hundred thousand now, and another three hundred thousand after three months," Dai Jianjun proposed tentatively.

Wang Zijia quietly breathed a sigh of relief. As long as it wasn’t Party A’s rhythm of dragging out the payment, he wouldn’t mind taking his utensil and leaving.

"No problem," Wang Zijia said with a smile returning to his face as he nodded.

"Phew..." Dai Jianjun also let out a long sigh of relief and said, "Thank you, Fellow Daoist, for your understanding. We indeed weren’t prepared enough this time."

Wang Zijia shook his head and responded, "Actually, I didn’t expect to be able to create such a treasure myself. This has a lot to do with your Patriarch’s single-minded desire for death and his peculiar physical status."

Dai Jianjun’s expression darkened momentarily; holding the tail wrapped in a light orb, he suddenly asked, "You mentioned that this Bloodline Magic Treasure is akin to an organ?"

Wang Zijia nodded, saying, "Once it’s completely fused, it will function exactly like a real tail."