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... m just a businessman," Sylvus said with a sigh as he sat down, feeling drained.

The idea of receiving several billion magic crystals had vanished. What good would a mere promise do him now? It wouldn't feel right to trade that promise for crystals, either—it would just feel cheap.

As they spoke, Meylan came forward, carrying the Ling Yan Elixir, which he handed to Corvin .

"This is a Grade 7 Ling Yan Elixir. It'll cost you 500,000 magic crystals," Meylan said.

"Fa ...

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