The temperature in the quiet room suddenly went up a little.
Ye Jianhao's body gave off a fiery air. Even his breathing instantly seemed heavier.
"Brother Rong, there are no less than a thousand talismans here, right?" His eyes were shining. He looked at the talismans like he was either a glutton who was staring at a table filled with good wine and delicacies or like a lecherous demon looking upon a beautiful virgin clothed in thin chiffon. This was clearly a look of greed and a blatant wish to take these talismans for himself.
Rong Kaixuan chuckled and said, "Brother Ye, there are a thousand talismans here alright. I prepared them for you."
