Thirty thousand taels of gold was equivalent to three hundred thousand taels of silver. Even the entire property of many wealthy merchant families might not have this much. It would be best if they could take out some money to solve the problem.
However, Di Wu did not even look at the gold notes. He said coldly, " "The dead disciples of the divine edge gang can't be bought back with a little money."
Su Jie was speechless. After all, the divine Blade gang and the moon illumination sect were fighting for resources. There were casualties on both sides and it was all for benefits. Of course, su Jie was also here for his own benefits. Whoever had the bigger fist would be the one in the right!
"You really can't let Zhang Yan go?" su Jie asked.
"I can't," Di Wu said firmly, " you're here on the request of that old thief, sun yuezhao, right? Tell him that unless he comes to the divine edge gang to apologize in person, Qianqian will have to collect his disciple's body!"
