"Easier than expected... and saved money too!"
On the way back, Chen Li felt the scrolls in his storage bag, and the heavy stone that had been pressing on his heart finally fell to the ground, as he let out a long sigh of relief.
As for the loss of face, he didn't care in the slightest.
He should even be thankful that he encountered Ding Jian, who was inexperienced in the ways of the world and had been well protected, instead of some cunning old fox. Otherwise, even if he could have gotten the subsequent cultivation technique, it might have cost him a layer of skin. By comparison, just being ridiculed a few times was hardly worth mentioning.
"I wonder just how much inheritance the old ancestor left him..."
Thinking of Ding Jian's 'I'm not interested in Spirit Stones' demeanor, Chen Li felt an itch in his teeth, "Damn rich!"
