After all, Zhou Lingxia had spent only a little over two hundred thousand Nether Copper Coins to save Xiao Chen.
Yet a sacred art of the Body Cultivator could benefit the Zhou Family for generations to come.
In terms of absolute profit, the Zhou Family had made a killing.
Of course, the grace of saving a life weighed heavier than mountains and rivers; it could not be measured entirely by profit.
But demanding that he serve as a slave for a hundred years—
That was no longer something that could simply be called excessive.
It was utter humiliation.
Life was fleeting. How many centuries could a person have?
"Young Master Xiao Chen, I'm sorry. Lingxia is insignificant and powerless; I cannot sway my parents' wishes," Zhou Lingxia said apologetically.
She knew that what her parents demanded was excessively outrageous.
Yet—
She was someone who could not even decide her own marriage. What could she possibly do for Xiao Chen?
"It's fine. I'll think of another way," Xiao Chen said, shaking his head.
He could tell that Zhou Lingxia truly felt guilty.
Knowing that Zhou Lingxia's situation was difficult, Xiao Chen naturally would not vent his anger on her because of this.
Come to think of it, they could even sell their own daughter for profit.
He was merely an outsider. No matter how much he contributed, why would Father Zhou and Mother Zhou care about gratitude?
After seeing Zhou Lingxia off, Xiao Chen locked himself in his room, drinking spiritual wine heavily as his gaze darkened.
"A slave for a day, a servant for life. Serve for a hundred years, and only then may I leave. What fine people Father Zhou and Mother Zhou are. They want to cut off my path and trap me forever in this Primordial Borderland!"