"Several million? Brother Xia, you see... how much are you short?" Chen Xiaobo was startled. Such a generous reward had him all fired up.
"Not much. Seventy million will do." When I heard that Chen Xiaobo intended to lend me money, I was quite pleased.
"Seventy million?! Brother Tian, where would I get that much money...? I still owe you ten million, and I haven't even managed to scrape that together for you. I'll ask my dad for a few million later and pay back part of the debt. As for the rest, you'll have to think of something else. If that doesn't work, just attend the preliminary round according to the organizing committee's arrangements tomorrow." Chen Xiaobo's heart began to race. He could still scrape together ten or twenty million, but with such a huge sum, there was nothing he could do.
Hearing him say that, I had nowhere left to borrow money. I had originally thought of asking Chen Xiaobo's father for a loan, but that idea vanished too. Who could I ask for such a large sum? I thought for a long time, but simply couldn't think of anyone who would lend me money.
"What are the conditions for that preliminary round? How many people do I have to fight?"
Since borrowing money was out of the question, I could only fight.
"It's not many. You only need to defeat three Rogue Cultivators to get in. But Brother Xia, there are only two kinds of Rogue Cultivators who dare to enter the competition. One kind is stupid enough not to know how the word 'death' is written, and the other kind is someone like you, a top-notch fighter among those at the same level." As long as I wasn't asking him for money, Chen Xiaobo was still