Snow looked behind the stone pillar in the direction of Li Ziran's voice. The timid figure was the very Stonefolk who had just asked whether he wanted one million Void Coins. And now, that White Slip rested between Li Ziran's fingers.
A White Slip was one of Christie's most special credit certificates. All one had to do was bring it to headquarters, and the Void Coins recorded on it would be transferred directly beneath one's personal Black Bar, becoming exclusive property.
One million. Snow saw it clearly—not a single zero was missing.
She was somewhat puzzled. Li Ziran had clearly refused just now and seemed ready to be at daggers drawn with Kazilan. Why had he accepted it for no reason at all? She had not even noticed when the transaction had taken place.
"Who gave this to you?" Li Ziran's question was rather strange.
"Quentin!" The Stonefolk blurted out an unusual name. "He was afraid you needed money urgently, so he had me deliver this to you first."
Snow froze. It was that Panda—he had really done it. "You mean Quentin asked you to bring this to us? It isn't Kazilan's money?"
"No. More precisely, it belongs to us Dark-Spotted Stonefolk!" The other party made it very clear, yet his pair of crystal-clear stone eyes remained fixed on Li Ziran from beginning to end, as though he had something more to say.
"You have a condition, don't you?" Li Ziran asked.
"I want to go to your land." After a brief hesitation, the Stonefolk voiced his request.
"My land?" Li Ziran asked in confusion.
"Yes. You will bid for a piece of land, and I hope that we Dark-Spotted Stonefolk can live on it." The Stonefolk repeated himself, more serious this time than before.
Li Ziran could not help