Chapter 32: Sword Seal
As he spoke, he picked up another spirit fruit and asked casually, “Senior Brother, what about you? Is there anything you especially like?”
Lu Fengmian waved his fan and said lightly, “Not for now.”
No one knew that behind those four calm and steady words hid such a simple yet heartbreaking truth.
It was not that he was not interested.
It turned out he had no money.
Senior Brother’s stipend was quite considerable—sixty-five thousand Spirit stone a year—something that was practically an astronomical figure in the eyes of ordinary rogue cultivators.
But compared with the people next door, who could casually bring out several million dollars at a time?
Forget it, he would just treat this as watching a performance.
The next collectible was brought out.