"If a youngster can't act cocky, should he wait until he's forty or fifty and has scraped his way to Lower Fifth Rank? With that cultivation, wouldn't someone slap him dead if he acted even a little cocky in the Jianghu?"
Yang Ling spoke solemnly, as seriously as if he were discussing a very grave subject with the man.
As a teacher at Star Gazing Academy, Wang Yaozu was usually admired and revered by his students.
Even when he traveled, his friends in the Jianghu treated him with considerable respect.
A distinguished Lower Fifth Rank cultivator was a local powerhouse wherever he went.
When had he ever been mocked like this by someone so much younger!?
"The crimson wood ghost ginseng is already in my hands anyway, so that settles the matter. As for compensation..."
Yang Ling glanced at Lin Hua.
"How many times did you hit his student?"
"Just three times!"
Lin Hua answered hurriedly.
Yang Ling said to Lin Zhen, "Give me three hundred taels."
"Oh."
Lin Zhen took out three hundred taels in silver notes and handed them to Yang Ling.
Yang Ling passed them to Wang Yaozu.
"These three hundred taels will cover your student's medical expenses. Hurry home. At your age, stop copying people who stage accidents to extort money. Think how bad it would sound if word got out."
Staring at the three hundred taels in silver notes forcibly stuffed into his hand, Wang Yaozu froze.
The atmosphere grew increasingly peculiar.
Lin Hua sucked in a cold breath. You could do that!?
Lin Baoshan and his wife looked stunned, each seeing a trace of worry in the other's eyes.
Three hundred taels... wasn't that far too little?
Even if the man was deliberately making trouble, they should at least offer a few thousand taels