The malicious intent flashing in Zhao Po's eyes intensified as he continued to look at Lu Yan, fuelling his rage.
In the internal competition for quotas within the Zhao Clan, he ranked only sixteenth, just shy of securing a place on the trip to Kunwu Mountain.
Initially, the Zhao Clan had eighteen places. It was because they had given away three that he had missed out.
To him, it was Lu Yan who had robbed him of his place.
Of the three extra places, two were taken by two other master-level feudal lords, whom he dared not cross, leaving his animosity directed at Lu Yan.
"I can give you one hundred thousand taels of silver to buy your place. Don't be too greedy. One hundred thousand taels of silver is not small. You should understand the risks of possessing precious goods," Zhao Po said with a stern face.
