A gambling victory?
The top circle of the second-gen cultivators in the Outer Sect?
Although Wang Zijia didn't know what the cultivation second-gen circle was like, he had heard a lot about it in his previous life. He could guess what it was from a few sentences.
Therefore, he immediately exclaimed with joy, "Senior Brother Gu, you have done me a great favor! I knew it, when there's a problem, we have to rely on our brothers! It's reliable!"
Clearly it was an excessively simplistic flattery, but Gu Xuefeng seemed to enjoy it very much. The corners of his emotionless mouth showed a slight curve, obviously, he relished this. But of course, it also depended on the person.
In the midst of their conversation, it suddenly occurred to Wang Zijia to ask, "How much is it?"
"Twenty thousand!" Gu Xuefeng replied nonchalantly, "Since it was a cousin I personally found, I wanted to show him a little appreciation."
Twenty thousand?
A show of appreciation?
It sounded as cheap as cabbage!
