Liang Jingxian thought for a moment, then said, "How about this, you give me the Seven Soul Grass, and in addition, you give me this amount."
As he spoke, Liang Jingxian held up a finger.
"Ten thousand? Okay, okay, I'll go get the money right away," said Zhang Xue Xin's father immediately.
Ten thousand yuan was not a small sum for their family, but compared to Zhang Xue Xin's life, let alone ten thousand, even if it were one hundred thousand or one million, he would go to all lengths to raise the money.
Liang Jingxian shook his head, "No, not ten thousand, just one hundred yuan."
"What? Just... just one hundred yuan? This..." Not only were Zhang Xue Xin's parents taken aback, but so were Zhang Xue Xin herself and Ye Jing.
