The old man took Mike to the side and saw that no one was around. He subconsciously rubbed his hands and smiled, "I want to sell you some intel. I wonder how much would Young Master Qin offer to pay?"
"What kind of intel?"
"It's a life."
"Whose life?"
"For the time being, it's someone else's life, but if you're not being careful, you may even lose your life too."
"Speak!" Mike looked at the old man up and down. He was at the peak of the Xuan Martial Realm, but his head was full of white hair, and his skin was dry and cracked. The Longevity Mountain must have taken away a few decades of his lifespan. If he lost a few more years, he might have died.
"What price do you think you can offer?"
"What do you want from me? Black gold coins?"
"Haha, Young Master Qin must be
