"Nine Dragons Grass, where is it now?" Zhang Xiaohao asked.
"Now is not the time for it to appear. In one month, on the night of the full moon, when the mountain of Ten Thousand Great Mountains aligns straight with the moon, that will be the time it appears," Ning Zhongyuan replied solemnly.
"Hmm," Zhang Xiaohao nodded.
He had already made a mental note of the Nine Dragons Grass.
Giving Ning Zhongyuan a serious once-over, his face bore a playful smile.
"Tell me! How do you intend to compensate me for my loss?" Zhang Xiaohao said.
"What do you want?" Ning Zhongyuan asked, narrowing his eyes.
"What do you have?" Zhang Xiaohao countered.
"Money! Endless amounts of money! I dare to give, do you dare to accept?" Ning Zhongyuan said.
After speaking, his sharp gaze fixed firmly on Zhang Xiaohao, attempting to see through his thoughts.
"Haha…" Zhang Xiaohao burst into laughter, looking up to the sky.
"Why are you laughing?" Ning Zhongyuan asked, puzzled.
