The man looked toward the youth in white at the words and suddenly stiffened.
The woman smiled. "Easy for you to say. That's five hundred thousand Spirit Stones! Even if the old man went to find that fellow, he'd probably owe him a huge favor. Who are you?"
"He is..."
The old man trembled at Wang Xian's words, then smiled at the couple.
The man hurriedly waved his hands and smiled. "We'd never bully a child. Don't worry, old man."
The woman nodded vigorously, but her expression was downcast.
They were afraid the old Sword Immortal before them would think they were scheming against him, then fly back to Sword City in a fit of rage and beat up that shopkeeper.
Sure enough, the old man flew into a rage.
He glared at the woman, about to let out a roar that would shake heaven and earth.
But as he raised his head, he saw the clear, deep gaze in Wang Xian's eyes.
He couldn't help recalling how good Ji Wuyou had been to the child, and broke into a smile.
He waved a hand. "Then do as he says. I guarantee that fellow Ji Wuming will be happy to... At most, just remember this fellow's name is Wang Xian. You can owe him a favor!"
The old man tossed out a casual remark, and the couple were both astonished.
Before, they had thought Wang Xian's words were little more than child's play.
Yet in the blink of an eye, the youth in white on the battlements had proved himself superior to countless experts in the army camp—even those so-called Sword Immortals.
After all, five hundred thousand Spirit Stones was no small sum.
For a moment, the woman could hardly breathe.
After thinking it over, she decided to go to