( Not a greedy man. Not one with a desire to deploy power.

Truly, those who hear Wen Kexing speak so weakly, so pitifully, might well believe him. What a silvered tongue, a thousand merchants would quarrel for its skill at the market.

What can one man, and he being the frail-of-rhetoric Lan Wangji, say on this? He starts, at least, to draw away from his causal hole in the wall. )

You are certain you are prepared to face such barter?