Jing Yuan Shows His Wisdom in the Scalegorge Waterscape, Uncle Yang Cooperates Beneath the Jianmu Tree

"I only want one thing~?."

"What thing?"

"Him~?!" Xina raised a fingertip, then, under Jing Yuan's puzzled gaze, pointed at Walter with a playful expression. "I want him. Offer me his skull, and everything on this list can be delivered to the entrance of the Jade Realm Gate this afternoon~?!"

"Ah!?"

At that, March 7th let out a sharp scream. Terror filled her eyes as she grabbed Walter's arm and cried out, "Uncle Yang! Uncle Yang! Did you have some huge grudge against her before this? Why did she immediately want to spend money to buy your head?!"

"..." Walter said nothing. He merely pushed up his glasses with one finger, his icy gaze behind the lenses fixed tightly on the other Rubik's Cube he was toying with.

Yet, judging by the bulging veins on his clenched right hand, he was far less calm inside than he appeared.

"It seems there is quite a considerable grudge between you and her," Jing Yuan remarked meaningfully, turning slightly to look at Walter with a faint, knowing smile.

But the instant Jing Yuan turned his head, from that hidden angle where he could not be directly observed, the attraction, surprise, and anxiety he had feigned earlier vanished without a trace. All that remained was the fleeting calmness and deliberation beneath his concealed edge.

Yes, the price Xina had offered was indeed tempting—tempting enough that even he had felt a momentary stir of interest.

But unfortunately, he was not someone who would let superficial benefits cloud his judgment.

Compared to benefits as conspicuous and enticing as bait in a trap, Jing Yuan cared more about the Xianzhou's reputation.

After all, the Xianzhou had fought the abominations of Abundance for so many years and lost so many people. He had no reason to believe that