"Dude, you mustn't."
Carson Flores smiled and stopped him, "I don't even have ten thousand spirit stones on me right now. I'm broke."
Marcellus Foster laughed, "Let's not beat around the bush. Just based on your identity, Brother Carson, if you truly need it, I can gather it and send it over in minutes. As for the spirit stones, whenever you have them, you can give them back to me, no rush."
Marcellus Foster's words were down-to-earth and sincere.
People were interested not just in you, Carson Flores the person, but in your identity as the direct disciple of the Nutwood Mountain Cave Master.
As the direct disciple of the Cave Master, if one were to default on a debt of a few tens of millions of spirit stones, that really would be too shameful to bear.
Carson Flores declined gracefully, "There's really no rush for this. It will take quite some time just to make proper use of what I have on hand. Let's talk about this later."
