"If you want my family heirloom, fine, but shouldn't Senior also keep his promise and let this junior see my little junior sister once?" The Scholar clenched his fists and spoke just like that.
In the shadows, Lin Xuan nodded. This fellow probably just hadn't seen much of the world; he wasn't born a fool after all.
"What, you don't trust me?" The old man was taken aback, and his expression suddenly darkened.
"Brother Cheng, now this is where you're wrong." Seeing the two of them start to argue, the Lean Man hurriedly chimed in from the side, though no matter how one listened, it sounded like he was coaxing him into a trap. "Senior Fu is highly respected. With his venerable character, what is there for you not to trust? You must understand, he isn't coveting your treasure. Whether wealth or a family heirloom, it's only because the risks involved in helping this time are too great, so he has to ask for some compensation. If not for your elder brother's face, if it were any other cultivator, even if they offered greater benefits, his venerable self would never help. Acting like this is truly disappointing..."
Yet this time, it didn't work.
Though the Scholar had little experience in dealing with people and affairs, his temper was quite stubborn. He belonged to the kind who, once fixed on a dead principle, couldn't be dragged back even by nine oxen.
The two of them tried every soft word and harsh word, played red face and black face, threatened and tempted him, but none of it had the slightest effect.
Amid his shock and anger, the grey-robed cultivator also knew that this time, he was probably not going to be able to coax his way through. The key was that the