Elder Guo grew a little anxious at Feng Jun's words. He had prepared such a generous gift precisely because he feared the other party would refuse to help.
Now, the gift did not seem particularly generous. It was barely presentable, yet it could not move Feng Jun—just how high were his standards?
He forced a smile. "Quiet cultivation is a good thing. I would not disturb someone's peaceful practice either. In any case, I cannot let you go to trouble for nothing."
"Go to trouble for nothing..." Feng Jun smiled faintly again. "Elder Guo, you are being rather frank for how little we know each other. You should also know roughly how much wealth I possess."
Elder Guo's eyes shifted, and he gritted his teeth. "I must make sure you are satisfied."
"I am not someone who is greedy for money, truly." Feng Jun turned serious this time. "If we had a close friendship, I would help for free without discussing money. But with the relationship we currently have... even if you were willing to pay an enormous price, I could not afford to lose that face."
"It is not money," Guo Haiyun could not help saying. "It must be cultivation resources."
"That can be considered." Feng Jun nodded, then said with a smile, "At the very least, word getting out would not make me lose face."
Feng Jun was now considered one of the foremost experts in the Daoist Order—though in his own heart, he considered himself the foremost. Since Golden Altar Huayang Heaven had reopened through him, those who would seek his aid in the future would certainly not be limited to the Weiyu Sect.
Since that was the case, discussing money would be inappropriate. It was not as though Feng Jun truly lacked money, but if he