Song Xinglan glanced over at Wang Jingyuan with a small smile. "This is just something from Shifu and Feiyue Pavilion to help Xuanyan Sect with rebuilding. We hope that these gold ingots will be enough to at least help with some of the basic repairs."
Wang Jingyuan was stunned into silence by the neat rows of golden boats floating on a red silk sea. Were all the major sects so wealthy they just gifted people boxes full of silver and gold ingots? Why was Xuanyan Sect so broke in comparison?
She looked up at Song Xinglan. "Childe Song, Xuanyan Sect really appreciates the gesture, and we are beyond grateful that Feiyue Pavilion is willing to come to our aid. However, I'm afraid we cannot accept this."
Song Xinglan was taken aback. "What? Why not?"
