"The Red Dawn Cult?" Feng Niu's eyes narrowed sharply upon hearing the familiar name. She whispered to herself, "He found the hideout of those roaches? Something I myself could not accomplish."
Xin Yan paused and turned to face her. "You know about the cult?"
She did not look surprised or shocked by her claims. Xin Yan knew that the cult had been amassing strength in the world for several hundred years now.
"Indeed I do." The black-haired woman's eyes narrowed into a sly gleam as she asked, "but I wonder what the information I have is worth to you?"
Her blatant attempt to make a profit made the prime minister gnash his teeth, but Xin Yan remained untethered as she replied, "Depending on the value of the information, I might just help you repair the damage to your physical body."
Her words struck the woman more than she liked to show. Xin Yan saw her body tensing up and added calmly, "You are dying, and I have the means to reverse that."
