"The Zen Sect will take thirty percent, will the Fox Monk agree?"
Hu Yunshang was very willing, the Palm Ginseng is precious, and every extra portion left for the Fox Clan means another step forward on their path of Zen cultivation.
Now that the Fox Clan has several extra portions left, it's a great boon.
"Thank you, Master, thank you, Master."
Hu Yunshang was stunned. He initially came to give a gift, but Zhou Xuan turned around and gave him a return gift that was far more precious than his three baskets of Snow Mountain Palm Ginseng.
"Words alone are not enough. You simply carry my words to the Snow Mountain, and the Revolving Sect might not trust you. Let me draw a little picture for you."
Master Wu Ya reached out, grabbed a leaf, and bent down to pick up a piece of charred wood from the ground — after the Xianhuo disaster, in Mingjiang Prefecture, charcoal was everywhere to be found.
