"...Damn." The man spat out a word.
"What's wrong?" Shen Ye didn't understand.
"What did you give them that they were willing to part with such a large plaque?" the man asked.
"For the final challenge, I saw that they were destitute, so I funded them a small sum of money," Shen Ye admitted truthfully.
"It was Bone Coin, wasn't it? How much did you give them?"
"Two thousand."
The man's expression turned unpleasant, and with a light snort, he said:
"That scroll's transfer location is an Underground Imperial Mausoleum, among the thirty-five discovered small tombs, it is the richest, most luxurious, and strongest tomb of an ancient emperor."
"I sent you there to avoid disputes, after all, they generally don't bother the living."
"—They actually asked you for money???"
Shen Ye hesitated before replying, "They seemed very short of money, I just felt sorry for them."
A flicker of emotion passed through the man's eyes, quickly disappearing.
