You really do know how to judge people!
Xiang Yuan accepted the storage ring and weighed it in his hand. It was satisfyingly heavy, full of sincerity, and immediately broadened his mind, turning money into mere dung in his eyes.
"It is indeed my storage ring. Look at this hand of mine—it's always carelessly misplacing things."
Xiang Yuan was immensely annoyed and viciously slapped his own right hand.
"Senior, do you remember now?"
"Almost, almost. Give me another three to five years, and I ought to remember."
Xiang Yuan indicated that a blade, once drawn, was hard to sheath again. Xiang Yuan had said he'd forgotten, that he was tired, that he couldn't be bothered to move—how could he change his tune within three sentences?
Clink!
Another storage ring rolled to Xiang Yuan's feet. After Li Jingwu picked it up for him, his old problem of amnesia was cured.
With two storage rings in hand, Xiang Yuan was moved by the Li Clan's sincerity in apologizing. Besides, the golden dragon of fortune was a precious thing; the slightest mishap could endanger the common people of Southern Jin. Xiang Yuan chose to wrong himself and, against his conscience, become a man who broke his word.
"Since I'm already here, I'll help you out today. But let me make this clear first: one thing is one thing. The labor fee will be calculated separately and cannot be lumped together."
Xiang Yuan rose into the air and entered the deep pit first. To be safe, he altered his appearance and called himself Li Xianyuan.
There was a pyramid beneath Shendu of Western Chu, and one beneath the capital of Southern Jin as well. Northern Qi surely would not be an exception. The Other Shore Gate had plotted against all three nations; the scope