""I can take you across the lake, but there's a rule I need to make clear beforehand: transporting passengers in our wooden boats requires payment,"
the boatman said with a smile.
"Payment?"
Long Jingtian was taken aback, as he hadn't considered this issue. He frowned and asked, "How much is the payment? How much do we need to pay to cross the lake just once?"
The boatman shook his head and said, "In the Hidden Sect World, practicing martial arts is a custom, and martial prowess is honored. We martial artists have little interest in gold and silver wealth. If the two of you wish to cross the lake, the fare for each person is one hundred-year-old Spiritual Medicine! For two people to cross, the fare is two hundred-year-old Spiritual Medicines... A pair of two hundred-year-old Spiritual Medicines will also suffice!"
"A hundred-year-old Spiritual Medicine?"
Long Jingtian exclaimed in shock.
