Monk Jun?
Gui Hu cocked an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed with Xin Lin's moniker.
That guy is handsome?
Absolute lack of discernment.
"Money?"
Gui Hu glanced at Xin Lin.
"Money is silver notes, it's... forget it, talking money with a zombie is a sheer insult to my intelligence. No money is fine too, at least give me a handful of Cultivation Techniques or Spirit Arts."
Xin Lin was quick to react, seeing that money was a no-go, she promptly switched to asking for other items.
This time, Gui Hu did not refuse. He reached to his waist, seemingly fumbling for something, and Xin Lin immediately became elated.
In a few more days, it would be the entrance day of Qingtian Academy. You can never have too many skills, she thought.
Unexpectedly, what he threw to Xin Lin was a small black sword.
"This isn't one of the eight Ancient Swords you took earlier, are you trying to trick me, claiming this thing's worth forty-four thousand taels?"
Xin Lin gritted her teeth.
