"Sparring commission?"
Xue Jing's eyes revealed confusion.
Zhu Shanying nodded, her bright and lively eyes sparkling as if they were constantly emitting little stars.
"The client is also a martial artist, who became curious about you after watching the news reports, and wants to have a bout with you."
"The reward is five hundred thousand, you know."
The girl chuckled.
After some thought, Xue Jing nodded and said, "Okay then."
Since it was this kind of easy job, he naturally wouldn't refuse.
Although it was a little strange to pay five hundred thousand just for a sparring session—it seemed too much—the spending habits of the wealthy are different from ordinary people. Perhaps for the client, this expense was quite normal.
Zhu Shanying hummed with a smile, "The client requests the time to be tomorrow noon, and as for the location, they'll call you when it's time."
Xue Jing nodded to show he understood.
