A minute later.
"All right, I'll take this Dragon Tiger Roaming Body Step. Two hundred and sixty taels of silver, right? Here you go!"
Zhao Han generously took out twenty-six taels of gold and handed them over.
I'm loaded now. Two hundred and sixty taels is nothing. I can spare that much.
The attendant accepted the twenty-six taels of gold with a smile. After inspecting them, his expression changed, and he examined them closely with suspicion.
"Please wait, sir. I can't approve this transaction myself. I'll have to go up to the third floor and ask my superior!" the attendant said with a smile. Then he turned and left.
"What the hell is going on?" Zhao Han frowned, sensing that something was off.
It wasn't just the attendant. Quite a few people nearby were looking at him strangely and whispering among themselves.
Before long, the attendant returned with a middle-aged man in martial attire, two Muscle Refining Realm Warriors, and ten Skin Refining Realm Martial Artists.
"What... what are you trying to do?" Zhao Han asked warily, tucking the Dragon Tiger Roaming Body Step into his clothes.
It was obvious they were here to pick a fight.
He wasn't sure where things had gone wrong, but the most likely culprit was the twenty-six taels of gold.
Was it fake gold?
But its weight felt about right, and Zhao Han had even bitten it. It had gleamed like real, high-quality gold.
"Heh, you're asking what we want? Tell us where you got all this fake gold! You even dared to pass it off here at the Hundred Martial Pavilion. Are you tired of living?" the Leader sneered.
"Fake gold? Do you have any proof?" Zhao Han wasn't afraid of them, but he still asked, unwilling to give up.
"You're on death's