Xia Fan was very depressed. He, who had just left the ancient tomb not too long ago, was first acquainted with just how important this thing called money was.
Actually, Xia Fan was not penniless. There were Grade Nine energy crystals inside the spatial ring with almost a thousand cubic meter that the blind old man gave him. There were plenty of things that the scoundrels had given Xia Fan that were worth a lot, but Xia Fan had no plans to sell any of those precious gifts away. They were the only memories he had of his past, and more than a decade of his life.
Cheyenne ate her breakfast so quickly like she was a tornado that had visited town, patting her stuffed belly at the end.
After some thought, Cheyenne then told Xia Fan, "Actually, if you need money, it's not that there isn't a solution to it."
"What can I do?" Xia Fan asked, curious.
"Be a bounty hunter," Cheyenne winked mysteriously, as she lifted a cup of milk coffee and took a sip.
