The guard snatched the Gold Soul Coin, bit down on it, and when he heard the crisp ring, the suspicion on his face instantly turned into a fawning grin, wrinkles bunching all over his face.
"Oh my, so you're a Lord Soul Master from a reclusive family! Please forgive my disrespect! I failed to recognize greatness when I saw it. You're a magnanimous man, so please don't hold it against a lowly fellow like me!"
The guard tucked the Gold Soul Coin into his chest, straightened his back, cleared his throat, and put on a solemn expression. The sight was so ridiculous it made people want to laugh.
"It is now the year 2620 of the Douluo Calendar."
2620? Didn't that mean Tang San would be born eleven years from now?
That was quite a long time ago!
Xuan Xiao clicked his tongue inwardly. It was even earlier than he had expected.
He had originally thought that even if he went back five or six years, that would have been about right. He had not expected to be sent back eleven years at once. The time gap was far too large.
Xuan Xiao took out another three Gold Soul Coins and shook them in his hand. The coins clinked pleasantly together, and the guard's eyes went wide again, unable to look away from them.
"Thanks. Consider it some money for you brothers to buy a pot of hot tea."
The guard accepted the Gold Soul Coins, grinning so broadly that he could barely close his mouth. He immediately bowed and scraped as he said, "Ah, is there anything else you'd like to ask? Please, ask away, my lord. I'll tell you everything I know!"
How much could ordinary guards like them earn in a month?
One Gold Soul Coin was