However, even if one billion upper-grade spirit stones was just a drop in the bucket to Hei Xinjiu, this fellow was like an iron rooster and didn’t want to pluck a single drop.
Thus, this fellow said with a frightened expression, “How much, how much? One billion? Master Ouyang, you’re Taking My Life!”
Before Master Ouyang could say anything, elder wan snorted coldly, “Since you don’t have the money, then I’ll send you to the nine pavilions!”
Yun Chujiu’s expression immediately changed from shock to anger, “Elder Wan, I don’t like what you’re saying! What do you mean by sending me to the nine pavilions since you don’t have the money? !
Our Nameless Sword sect isn’t the furnace pavilion, nor is it a place to abduct, sell, or mouth people. You’re also not a pimp, so why are you still in the business of selling people? !
