Outside the thatched hut stood a 12-year-old boy with rosy lips and pearl-white teeth.
As Su Luo and the others approached the entrance, the boy extended a hand to them, stopping them from making another step forward.
The other hand, however, reached out towards Su Luo and asked, "Consultation fee!"
Xingxing quickly pulled out a sum of silver and placed it in the boy's hand.
The boy returned the silver to Xingxing and said seriously, "That's too much. My master charges only one tael of silver per session, not a single copper coin more!"
One tael of silver?
Xingxing had prepared a lot of silver notes and silver ingots today, but not too much broken silver.
Between them all, they finally managed to put together one tael of silver. But just as Xingxing was about to hand it over, the boy said, "My master has a rule: whoever pays the silver is the one allowed to enter!"
