Li Chengfeng spoke.
"What's the price?" the painter asked.
"Two units of Blood Well Human Brain."
Zhou Xuan hadn't even thought about asking for two units of "Blood Well Human Brain," but Li Chengfeng, now infected with Zhou Xuan's habit of "asking for the moon,"
felt the timing was appropriate to demand the exorbitant price and proactively raised the stakes.
"Two units! This price isn't just high; it's astronomical." The painter asked the music master, "I've heard Yellow Field Prefecture also has a unit of Blood Well Human Brain."
"They do, but why would they give it to us?"
"Because of Heaven's Fire," the painter replied, "And Yellow Field Prefecture is adjacent to our Mingjiang Prefecture. Hunger wreaks havoc here in Mingjiang but not in their Yellow Field Prefecture? Go persuade them in the next couple of days; get the Human Brain out and put an end to the terror of Hunger."
"I'll try my best," the music master said helplessly.
