So much money he could never spend it all.
Hearing the young man's words, Qin Guan did not continue making trouble.
Every ten years, Exile Continent held a selection for Death Warriors. Those chosen would gain the freedom to leave this place.
It seemed this man had come to purchase Death Warriors. Since that was the case, Qin Guan could use this opportunity to leave.
"Elder Fan, how about we go upstairs for a drink?" The young man looked at the Grey Robe Elder and asked politely.
The Grey Robe Elder waved his hand. "I still have matters to attend to. Another day. I'll treat Young Master Zhao to a drink another day."
With that, the Grey Robe Elder left Drunken Immortal Tower.
With the young man stepping forward, the matter was settled.
"Eat as much as you like. I'll pick up the bill."
The young man glanced at Qin Guan, then turned and went upstairs.
"Young Master, are you all right?"
The tavern returned to its previous bustle. Shen Qi sat across from Qin Guan and asked in a low voice.
"I'm fine."
Qin Guan leaned back in his chair. As though nothing had happened, he quietly waited for the dishes to arrive.
Shen Qi secretly glanced toward the second floor and said nothing more.
He did not know why Qin Guan had come to the Primordial Realm, but Qin Guan certainly would not remain on Exile Continent. Sooner or later, he would leave.
It was better not to ask what he should not ask.
"That lad is ridiculously lucky. Not only was he fine after causing trouble at Drunken Immortal Tower, he was even chosen as a Death Warrior."
"It wasn't luck. You couldn't have pulled off those moves he made just now. He definitely has real strength."