"O-one... million?"
Lin Ke had just drawn a breath and nearly choked on it.
He had never even heard of such a thing as a Spirit Crystal Card.
But how could he possibly accept it?
Regardless of whether Senior Brother Zhu meant him well or ill, even if his intentions were good, Lin Ke could not accept a reward he had done nothing to earn.
Eat another man's food, and your tongue grows short; take his gifts, and your hands grow soft.
If he accepted a million spirit stones in one go, Lin Ke had no idea how much bowing and scraping he would end up doing before this Senior Brother Zhu.
And if Senior Brother Zhu actually harbored ill intentions rather than good ones, offering money because he was plotting something, that was all the more reason not to accept it.
"No need, Senior Brother Zhu. I appreciate your kindness." Lin Ke shook his head slightly and declined.
"Oh? You really do have pride." Senior Brother Zhu's eyes lit up. "How about this? A million really is an insult to you. I'll give you ten million instead. Ten cards."
As he spoke, he turned his hand over and produced ten cards shimmering with crystalline light.
"T-ten... million???"
Never mind Lin Ke-even Fang Du was stunned.
Beside them, Chang Qing choked up completely, unable to speak. Had he been an ordinary elderly mortal, the shock would probably have killed him outright. Fortunately, he was a cultivator at the Dao Foundation Initial Stage.
Even so, such extravagant spending left all of them struggling to steady their breathing.
"Senior Brother Zhu, what are you..." Lin Ke frowned slightly, unsure what he meant.
No matter how wealthy someone was, surely they couldn't spend money like this?
Perhaps poverty had limited Lin Ke's imagination.