Announcing One's Name

The dragon horn auction was in full swing.

"If you are short on money, my Dragon Man Tribe can provide a little support. Give us some time, and we should be able to come up with several hundred thousand taels," Long E Ying said.

The Dragon Man Tribe did not possess much silver, but liquidating several hundred thousand taels would be no difficult matter.

Seeing Liang Qu's eagerness, Lu Gang immediately followed suit and pulled out the silver notes from his robes. "Junior Brother Liang, I still have one hundred thousand on hand. Take it if you need it."

Senior Brother Lu's skill in artifact refinement was no low.

Moreover, it had been passed down through his family.

Thus, he had always been a hidden tycoon among the fellow disciples, a major earner. It was simply that most of his silver had been turned into precious materials and stored away, counting as "real estate."

Xu Zishuai rummaged through his pockets, counting and recounting his silver notes. He had a few thousand. "If we all pool what we have, coming up with another twenty or thirty thousand should not be hard."

"Thank you, Senior Brothers and Senior Sisters, E Ying, Binglin, for your goodwill. There is no need to force it. If I cannot get the dragon horn, there is still the dragon heart and dragon meat. I will simply act within my means."

Liang Qu shook his head and declined.

Unless necessary, he did not like owing people money.

Especially large sums. It made him uncomfortable all over.

Besides, he currently had no steady source of major income. To suddenly owe one or two hundred thousand taels in enormous debt—who knew when he would be able to pay it off?

A short while later.

The price of the dragon horn