"That's right!"
Iron Madman's eyes brightened, then he laughed heartily: "Well said, am I really myself? I'll just consider myself Iron Madman, nothing wrong with that."
At this moment, his expression turned solemn, as he addressed Chu Xisheng: "I never thought I would see Xisheng again. But is it really all right? Just now, I heard that resurrecting me would cost a lot of money and come at a great expense. You're only at fifth-rank cultivation now, can you afford it?"
"The problem now is, we can't just bury you underground, Uncle Kuang."
Chu Xisheng chuckled, pointing at the Demon Armor Iron Futu on Iron Madman: "If we don't resolve this affliction on you, the Tie Armor Sect will never have peace, and the calamity will be endless."
Iron Madman was momentarily stunned, then he spoke with a voice filled with emotion: "Forget what I asked earlier. Consider this money as a debt I owe. In the future, I'll repay you by being your loyal servant and quickly gather the money."
