Xie Han's steps paused halfway at Yang Qing's words. Slowly lowering his foot, he turned to face him.
"Another trade?" he asked with an incredulous expression as his heart began to race. Is it really going to happen? He thought as his excitement stirred.
He'd already written off the chance of coming under Yang Qing's employ as a spy, given how quickly he'd turned on the mysterious expert who had helped him break through to the palace realm. But now, it seemed all hope wasn't lost.
Still, he found it hard to believe that the deal was alive and kicking. If the roles were reversed and he were in Yang Qing's position, judging whether or not to use someone like himself as a spy, there was no way he'd consider it. For one, he wouldn't trust the information given, and more importantly, he wouldn't trust the person's ability to effectively fulfill the role.
