Zhang Xiaofan walked over to the computer and entered his exclusive number from the Martial Arts Cultivation Bureau.
Then he swiped his card, and just like that, thirty thousand credits were gone.
"Wait a minute!"
Just as Zhang Xiaofan was about to leave.
The old man called out to him.
Zhang Xiaofan turned around: "What's the matter?"
"I placed that martial skill in the wrong spot, it wasn't supposed to be there."
"You need to pick another one."
The old man said solemnly.
"That's not my problem, it was you who put it incorrectly, not me who took the wrong one."
"I already swiped my card, I have to take this martial skill with me."
Zhang Xiaofan said.
The old man stood up, seemingly displeased, and said coldly, "This is my territory, and if I tell you to put it back, you must."
"Otherwise, even if you've spent the credits today, you can't take any martial skill from here."
"This is your territory, and you're blaming me for your incompetence?"
