"Prize?" Li Xuan looked sideways with a hint of curiosity in his eyes, "What kind of prize, silver coins?"
He understood the ill intention behind Daoist Xuanchen's words, yet he was intrigued by the word "prize."
However, from his past life's memories, the biggest prize offered by large corporations at temple fairs would not exceed ten thousand taels.
If that's the case, he wouldn't really be interested. Recently, he had earned a hefty sum of money, and his purse was stuffed once again.
Of course, ten thousand taels was not a small amount, but compared to Xue Yunrou beside him, it was nothing noteworthy.
"If you pass any of the three levels in this sky ladder, you will get three thousand taels of silver. If you pass all three, you will get twenty thousand taels." Daoist Xuanchen said. Seeing the excitement in Li Xuan's eyes fade, he realized that Monk Zhenru was right, such mere worldly objects were not enough to captivate him.
