"Taoist Friend! This is my mistake!"
The Sword Cultivator dare not offend Li Ye. After carefully sheathing his bamboo sword, he hurriedly clasped his hands in apology and took out a pile of Spirit Stones from his Storage Pouch.
His tone was sincere, which slightly reduced Li Ye's anger.
"These are five hundred Spirit Stones, please accept them!"
Five hundred, huh?
Just casting a magic spell can earn Spirit Stones, that seems pretty alright.
Plus these five hundred Spirit Stones...
Li Ye instantly felt it wasn't much of a problem, wasn't it just a strand of hair? Losing a bit of hair for five hundred Spirit Stones is truly not bad.
He waved his hand, carefully observing, gathered his hair, and also collected the Spirit Stones.
Then he said, "Luckily, it didn't hurt me, Taoist Friend still needs to hone your skills better."
Whether intentional or not, one's hair shouldn't fall here.
