"Hold the fort?" Zhou Qingyi froze for a moment, then the fury in her eyes burned even hotter.
Didn't that mean the love letter from eight hundred years ago had been nothing but this brat's deliberate attempt to tease her?
And she had taken it seriously for all these years!
At that thought, Zhou Qingyi raised the hand she had just lowered.
Spiritual power swirled in her palm, making the entire hall tremble slightly.
Seeing trouble coming, Lu Qingshan hurriedly said, "You won't be helping for free!"
"Five hundred million... no, seven hundred million!"
Seeing Zhou Qingyi's hand about to come chopping down on his head, Lu Qingshan steeled himself and raised the price outright.
"Eight hundred million spirit stones!"
Zhou Qingyi's raised hand suddenly stopped.
"How much?"
"Eight hundred million!"
Lu Qingshan nodded frantically.
"That's right! Just come along on a business trip and hold the fort. Once the deal is done, you'll get eight hundred million spirit stones, not a single one short!"
Zhou Qingyi narrowed her eyes without speaking.
Thinking she was tempted, Lu Qingshan hurried to strike while the iron was hot:
"Martial Aunt, with those eight hundred million spirit stones, you can buy more pills. You might even reach middle spirit transformation in one push, regain the splendor of your younger days, and look a few hundred years younger..."
"You!"
A vein throbbed on Zhou Qingyi's forehead, and the spiritual power in her palm instantly surged.
"Can't you talk about something else?"
"Do you have to keep reminding me I'm old?!"
Seeing that slap truly about to land, Lu Qingshan turned and ran.
"If you're unwilling, Martial Aunt, I'll find someone else!"
"Farewell!"
Spiritual power surged beneath his feet, and he shot out of the hall in the blink of an eye.
He had barely