Chen Fuguang extended his index finger, "Ten million."
Xue Jing's eyebrows raised. He picked up his cellphone and said, "Looks like this is a pretty big deal."
Pei Youguang said, "I'm not too clear either, but my dad did seem very anxious."
Xue Jing thought for a moment and said, "Alright, I'll visit your house this afternoon to meet your father, but as for whether I'll take this job, I'll decide after I hear the details."
Pei Youguang nodded repeatedly, "It should be like this... This afternoon is fine, I'll have my dad wait at home for you then."
After chatting a few more sentences, Xue Jing hung up the phone.
...
In the afternoon.
Xue Jing kept his aura hidden to make his movements as undetectable as possible while he practiced his "Concealment" skill on his way to Pei Youguang's home in the North City District.
He had spent almost the entire day, apart from his daily martial arts practice, training "Concealment."
