Royal Tribute, Dark Frost Weave!

The next day.

When Jiang Ning pushed open his door, he saw two maidservants from the Marquis's residence waiting respectfully outside.

"My lord!"

At the sight of Jiang Ning, the two graceful maidservants dipped into a half-curtsy in unison.

Jiang Ning looked up at the sky.

The daylight was still dim and hazy, while clouds and mist drifted through the distant mountains.

"Bring me water to wash up, then you two can go back and rest," he said to the two maidservants waiting at the door.

"Thank you for your kindness, my lord, but this servant is already used to it. There is no need for us to rest," one of the maidservants immediately said.

Jiang Ning nodded and said no more.

A moment later.

One maidservant carried a pure silver basin filled with warm water and a towel, while the other brought over a gold-threaded toothbrush.

Jiang Ning glanced at them without any change in expression.

A pair of pure silver basins, and a wooden-handled toothbrush made of horsehair wound with gold thread.

Though these items looked luxurious, they were utterly commonplace for a marquis.

A marquis with real authority, a man who alone could make an army.

To someone like that, gold and silver were nothing more than a string of numbers.

Once martial cultivation reached a certain level, the precious resources needed to advance further could no longer be bought with gold and silver.

Their value did not lie in their expense, but in their rarity.

Some exceedingly precious resources could no longer simply be purchased with money. They had to be exchanged for.

Jiang Ning accepted the gold-threaded toothbrush from the maidservant and dipped it in fine salt.

A moment later, he had finished washing up.

After entering the courtyard, he continued practicing his swordsmanship.

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