"That'll be one million, please," Lin Hui said with a smile.
"You!?" The woman flew into a rage, about to retort.
"Either pay up, or go die." Lin Hui's hand tightened slightly around his sword hilt.
"You..." A chill crept over the woman's heart. Meeting his gaze, she desperately wanted to demand, Why!? She had only taken a look outside—she had not even gone in.
But she did not dare say it.
This fellow before her, this junior, was far too fast—and unlike Daoist Baohe, he carried himself with a fearless, lawless air.
On top of that, his family background was shrouded in mystery. It seemed he even had forces from the Inner City backing him...
"I don't have that much money on me." After a moment, the middle-aged woman lowered her head.
"Then use valuables as collateral." Lin Hui showed no courtesy.
The woman fumbled around on herself for quite a while before finally producing two items as collateral and handing them to Lin Hui.
One was a pale yellow crystal she had received as her share after joining others to hunt a Mist Zone monster.
The other was an exquisite dagger, exceptionally sharp—a fine weapon on par with the Clear River Sword.
After taking the items, Lin Hui let her leave, then turned and headed toward a clothing shop not far away.
Inside the shop, a white-haired old man in a long gray robe immediately grabbed his granddaughter, lowered his head, and turned to leave at the sight.
"Grandpa... why are we leaving all of a sudden? Weren't we going to take a look at the Black Dragon Gate?" His granddaughter was a pretty girl of fifteen or sixteen, dressed in a long blue-green skirt that accentuated her slender waist. She asked in confusion.
"No more looking, no