Everyone looked at the Saint with puzzled faces, holding back their laughter at the awkward expression on his face.
Damn it, the two bastards, Yang Zhen and Scoundrel Cat, really knew how to set up a trap. Even if they were to sell off the Saint, they still wouldn't be able to come up with ten billion magic crystals.
Just by looking at the awkward yet polite smile on the Saint's face, it was evident that he must have been dying to strangle those two bastards, Yang Zhen and Scoundrel Cat!
Elder Qian chuckled as he looked at the Saint and said to Yang Zhen, "Young friend Yang, you're being a bit too hard on the lad. Even though he is the chosen son of the Ke Clan, he can't afford ten billion magic crystals."
It wasn't just the Saint, even if the whole Ke Clan tried to come up with it, they wouldn't manage to muster ten billion magic crystals for some time.
