"Oh?"
The steward Li, with his two tufts of a small mustache, lowered his head. He slightly opened his smiling, squinty eyes and revealed a thoughtful gaze, "Young Master Xuan, are you saying that...?"
"I'm just out of silver, not out of money! The valuables I have on me are far more than just this."
An Jing opened his eyes; his performance was so exquisitely done, he truly came off as a young master who had not seen much of the world, good-natured but somewhat extravagant, "Pawning it for some cash, in a few days, after I return to Dust Li, I can just redeem it back with money!"
As he spoke, An Jing took out the 'Treasure Mirror' from his bosom and showed it to Steward Li, "I definitely won't short your shop of this money, I, Jing Xuan, never owe others!"
"Could it, could it really be such a treasure!"
Steward Li only took one glance before his attention was entirely captured by the Treasure Mirror in An Jing's hands.
