"It's an opportunity," Lin Mo stated plainly. "My establishment offers treasures that can grant strength far beyond what a single, dusty old manual can provide. Strength you can earn, not steal. This is a sample. A taste of a new path. Take it, leave the girl and her manual in peace, and find me in the Sunken Dragon City in three days. I may have a business proposal for your Sect Master. A more... profitable one rather than banditry."
He let the offer hang in the air, a perfect blend of a threat, a bribe, and a business pitch. He had no idea where 'Sunken Dragon City' was, but it sounded like a plausible name for a major city in a martial world. He'd figure out the details later.
The leader's eyes darted from the floating noodle packet, to his two groaning subordinates and then to the otherworldly figure of Lin Mo.
His mind, accustomed to a world of simple, brutal logic, was reeling. This ghost was offering him... food? And a business deal? Is he nuts?
