The middle-aged man, although finely dressed, had a complexion that showed an unhealthy pallor.
"You want to do business with me?" The man set down his teacup, looked up at Guding, his gaze carrying a clear sizing-up intent.
"Yes." Guding nodded. He could clearly see the intensity of the aura atop the other's head, an aura that was not inferior to that of a Tenth Tier True God. This implied that the man could break through his current cultivation at any time and reach the status of a Tenth Tier True God.
"Then, do you know the rules I abide by in business?" The middle-aged man seemed to ask casually.
"I don't. But I don't mind hearing them," Guding shook his head straightforwardly.
"I do not do business with strangers of unknown origin. That single rule should be enough to turn you away," the middle-aged man said, his fingers gently caressing the teacup, his lips curling slightly as he looked at Guding.
