"I take it you don't want to spar with me because you think it's a waste of time?" Jin Lihua asked.
Lin Xuan said nothing.
Jin Lihua could tell. That did seem to be exactly what he thought.
"Fifty taels a month. Spar with me for one hour every day."
Lin Xuan's expression barely changed at her words. Fifty taels was no small sum—it was equivalent to twenty months of his salary as a Flag Commander.
But he did not agree at once, because he felt this young woman could offer a higher price.
The courtyard suddenly fell silent. Wang Yi said nothing. Fifty taels a month for one hour a day—out in the world, that would be enough to hire a martial master at the early Pivot-Holding Realm for professional instruction. It could even be considered a hefty sum.
Back then, he had spent at least two or three hundred taels a month on Mu Jiuniang. Thinking back on it now, he regretted it deeply.
He had spent all his silver on Mu Jiuniang. His father, wanting to make him admit his mistakes, had cut off his allowance. Only then had he learned just how difficult it was to earn silver.
If that silver had been put to proper use, he might already have reached the Pivot-Holding Realm by now.
Seeing that Lin Xuan remained silent, he wanted to offer some advice. But Lin Xuan looked utterly confident, and Wang Yi felt that speaking first might ruin whatever arrangement Lin Xuan had in mind.
So he chose to keep his mouth shut.
Jin Lihua frowned. Seeing no reaction from Lin Xuan, she asked, "Too little?"
Lin Xuan shook his head. "Not exactly."
Jin Lihua asked, "Then why won't you agree?"
Counting on his fingers, Lin Xuan said, "I did