Just as Han Wen was enduring the pain of parting, he was met with a statement that made his blood boil.
"Even if you speak until the sky breaks, it's useless. I don't have the Wooden Flowing Sand."
Upon hearing this, Han Wen shot up to his feet, "Wen Ping, the items I offered already show my sincerity. This Ten Talents Token alone far exceeds the value of the Wooden Flowing Sand. It is of no use to you, so why do you keep making things difficult for me? I've paid the price for previous offenses, but if you don't give me the Wooden Flowing Sand, don't blame me if I go crazy!"
Seeing that Han Wen was on the verge of losing his composure, Wen Ping replied, "If you don't believe me, so be it. I have other matters to attend to; you can leave the mountain on your own."
"Wen Ping!"
Han Wen shouted, taking a few steps forward and unexpectedly grabbed Wen Ping's shoulder.
