"What price?"
Emperor Xia Xuanmin looked at him with a chuckle, asking with a smile. It seemed he hadn't snapped out of the joy of familial bliss just yet.
The rotund monk had no reservations.
As per usual, he stepped forward, took a Spirit Fruit from the Dragon Bookcase, and bit into it, juice splattering everywhere.
Only then did he reply with a grin, "Give me half of the Dragon Energy of your Great Xia's national fate, and I'll tell you."
"Heh, get out."
Emperor Xia Xuanmin's smile faded, returning to his usual stern demeanor.
The rotund monk didn't take offense to these words and turned to leave the hall, loudly saying as he walked, "I'll be in Shangjing City for two more days, if you change your mind, come find me."
And then, as the monk's hefty figure reached the hall's entrance, he simply vanished.
Emperor Min stared at the spot where the rotund monk had disappeared, pressing his temple and gently caressing his aged face.
