True Venerable Wen Xian's attitude was quite good; he directly handed the yuan over to the public treasury.
Yet when Qu Jianlei heard this, he still shook his head helplessly. Honestly, he truly, thoroughly felt his own poverty now!
As if he had heard his thoughts, True Immortal Jin Ge cast him a sidelong glance. "Actually, you're not poor!"
He was the person on the team who understood Little Qu best. Although Han Li's divination arts were formidable, how could all the affairs under heaven be calculated exhaustively?
At the very least, True Immortal Jin Ge knew very well that there were Nascent Souls in Little Qu's team who leaned toward Fire Art cultivation methods—and more than one.
Jin Ge had never led a team, and naturally had not brought anyone with him this time, but he had presided over the affairs of the Cangwu Realm's Art Academy for tens of thousands of years!
He truly understood cultivators' various needs far too well. To put it bluntly, if he led a team, he could crush ninety-nine percent of people.
Qu Jianlei glanced at him. "Some things can't be sold. But as for the debt the Art Venerable owes me, I could transfer that."
True Immortal Jin Ge shook his head helplessly. "You don't know when someone's trying to help!"
True Venerable Wen Xian became interested when he heard this. "Old Jin, tell us—what does Little Qu have that can be sold?"
"When you need me, you know to call me Old Jin?" Jin Ge shot him a glare. "At the very least... he knows how to make imitations of the White Colt Tower."
He was not afraid to reveal this news, because Ridge Lord Qu had already given the Book Pavilion one, and had also promised Bu Hu one.
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