"No, no, Mr. Ye, you misunderstand; this is just a small token of our regard. If you don't like it, we'll take it away now!" Edit hurriedly said, fearing that he might provoke Ye Qiu.
With a wave of Edit's hand, the servant took away the tray of money.
Ye Qiu had no interest in money, leaving Edit somewhat at a loss for what to do. He now just wanted to send this menacing deity, Ye Qiu, away; as long as Ye Qiu stayed, Edit couldn't get a good night's sleep.
"Father, Mr. Ye is a Martial Artist from Huaxia. Maybe we can give a few ancient Huaxia books to Mr. Ye," suggested Chai Shishi.
Edit's eyes twinkled, and he immediately clapped in approval, "Good!" He then commanded, "Go and fetch all the ancient books immediately."
"Sir, there are quite a few ancient books; it would take more than a moment to fetch them all!" a servant complained.
Ye Qiu's gaze flickered as he said, "Just lead the way, and I will have a look myself."
