"The problem was huge..."
This time, Chu Yingrui spoke up. He stared at Chen Mo in astonishment.
"Brother Chen, three million taels can be exchanged for nearly 150,000 Contribution Points. There are several thousand Outer Sect disciples, and even including the Menial Disciples, I'm afraid it would be difficult to gather that many Contribution Points in a short time. If you need them urgently, we can only trade with Inner Sect disciples."
"So?" Chen Mo did not quite understand.
"The sect's elders and higher-ups generally do not concern themselves with the Outer Sect. They take a relatively hands-off approach. But the Inner Sect is too conspicuous and would easily draw the attention of the higher-ups. If we openly trade Contribution Points, the pressure would be immense," Chu Yingrui explained.
The pretty girl beside them blinked her large eyes as she stared at Chen Mo.
"Do you really have that much money?"
"As True Disciples of the sect, don't you even have three million taels?" Chen Mo asked with utter sincerity.
As True Disciples of the True Martial Sect, one of Lin Chang Commandery's two greatest sects, they were regarded as top-tier experts in the vast majority of the commandery's County Towns. Chen Mo had casually made over three million taels himself, so he had assumed they would only have more, not less.
Their strength was there for all to see, and they were disciples of a top sect. Wherever they went, people would fawn over them. They ought to have been people who never lacked money.
Yet all three of them were clearly stunned, their expressions complicated.
"Brother Chen, that's three million taels!"
"For you, that shouldn't be much, should it?" Chen Mo looked at the three of them curiously.
The three exchanged glances, unsure how to respond for a