Hmm?
Upon hearing Zhan Zhao raise that question, Ye Weiming immediately perked up.
With a chuckle, he immediately withdrew the Juque Sword he had been offering and asked with a cheeky grin, "Brother Zhan, do you mean you're willing to part with this Juque Sword and give it to me?"
Zhan Zhao could not help teasing him. "What's this? You're calling me Brother Zhan now instead of Constable Jiese?"
Ye Weiming replied righteously, "When there's something to gain, of course I have to be more polite."
Zhan Zhao could not help laughing. "You really are frank. But you guessed right. I do intend to give Juque to you."
It was actually true, not just him being teased!
Ye Weiming grew even more excited. "Tell me, what's the quest?"
"There is no quest." Zhan Zhao spread his hands. "I feel like you have some problems with reading comprehension, kid. I said I could give you the Juque Sword. There are a few conditions, but it's nowhere near selling the sword or assigning a quest."
Ye Weiming hurriedly pressed, "What conditions?"
Zhan Zhao said with a solemn expression, "Completely forget the two words 'Jiese'! From now on, you are not allowed to mention to anyone that I once had the Buddhist name 'Jiese'!"
"That's it?"
Ye Weiming could hardly believe his ears.
He had thought Zhan Zhao might try to shut his mouth after this mission, perhaps even offering some hush money.
But he had never imagined that the other party would use the Juque Sword to buy his silence!
Was Zhan Zhao crazy?
At that moment, Zhan Zhao suddenly spoke again. "If you truly like Juque, I can give it to you right now as a Token of Gratitude for saving my life. However, there is one more thing I must