As had been said before, ten thousand Gold Soul Coins was no small sum. If they went back this time, they would definitely have to ask for another thirty or forty thousand, right? In this world, the only factions that could casually produce several tens of thousands of Gold Soul Coins and make it seem effortless—excluding nations—were Spirit Hall and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. The other six of the Seven Great Sects could also readily produce several tens of thousands of Gold Soul Coins in liquid funds, but none of those factions would ever give that amount to one person to enjoy and squander, including Spirit Hall and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
As for using Xue Qinghe's identity to get money from the Crown Prince's Palace—please. Xue Qinghe's image was that of a humble, virtuous man with clean hands. Where would he have any private savings? Besides, even if he asked those above him for money, what would a crown prince under confinement need money for?
"Forget it. If I don't steal or rob, then even if I go back to those places, I won't be able to get that much money." Mo Lin took the card and headed toward the Great Soul Arena. "Don't worry. I won't do anything I'm not confident about. What we should be considering is whether we'll need to fight our way out of the Great Soul Arena afterward."
Hearing Mo Lin's confident words, Qian Renxue hesitated for a moment before following him inside. Although she did not understand where his mysterious confidence came from, or how he could ensure he would win every bet, she had indeed never seen Mo Lin do anything he was not sure of.
After entering the Great Soul Arena, Mo Lin rented a room for