"No," Ling Chuxi continued to shake her head.
"Just tell me, how much do you want?" Deacon Jin asked in a discouraged manner.
"Thirty thousand." Ling Chuxi said.
"What? 30000? look at this room and feel the spiritual Qi. This room has its own array. Do you think it's only worth 30000?" The fat on attendant Jin's cheeks bulged as he said angrily.
"Then let's go down. Ancient families don't have much food left these days, so we should save as much as we can." Said Ling Chuxi helplessly. She turned around and was about to go downstairs.
"Ah, forget it, forget it. Thirty thousand it is then. For the sake of great master Ji, I'll just treat it as helping you for nothing." Seeing that Ling Chuxi was about to leave, attendant Jin could not care less about his anger or the pain in his heart and quickly pulled Ling Chuxi back.
