The brothers suddenly thought of the same thing. Among Jin Zhan's belongings in the Moon Sea secret realm, there had apparently been a stack of "Six Realms Exchange" notes.
They could no longer remember the designs printed on the notes, but the words "Six Realms Exchange" had left quite an impression. With their limited experience, those notes were the only place they had ever seen such wording.
Now that this black-faced general had produced another paper note, they were not quite sure whether it was currency used for trading.
The notes among Jin Zhan's belongings should have been ancient currency. So what was the deal with the note in this black-faced general's hand?
This kind of note certainly was not used within the Heavenly Court's Four Great Continents. Even if this really was the Nether Realm, it had only been sealed eight hundred years ago, and this ancient currency should have fallen out of use long before that. In an isolated Nether Realm, what the hell was there to exchange across six realms?
The notion of six realms dated back a very, very long time.
Thus, neither man could quite make sense of the situation.
Looking again at the denomination on the other man's note, they saw the words "ten liang." Ancient currency used the liang from "boundless" as its unit. In modern terms, the note in his hand should have been worth ten units of sandalwood gold.
Then they thought back to the notes Jin Zhan had left behind. Each one seemed to be worth a million liang. That was quite a gap.
Wu Jinliang tilted his head toward Shi Chun and muttered, "Still got them?"
He meant the stack of ancient money among Jin Zhan's belongings. It had long since lost its value as currency, and he was