"Dad, hear me out,"
Inside the secret chamber, Zhao Dabao spoke with a calm and collected expression on his plump face to his father.
If this had happened before the little Taoist had saved Gusu City, he might have had some difficulty explaining it to his father.
But now, he could confidently declare—with a heart as steadfast as gentle bamboo!
His father had seen for himself how powerful Jin Xu was.
Thus, Fatty Zhao calmly said, "Dad, you've seen the little Taoist's power yourself. Our family's twenty-four Mystic Treasure Pearls, even though precious, are merely later imitations you refined. If need be, we can just gather materials and make them again. But Jin Xu's goodwill is priceless, so using them...eh, Dad, what are you doing?!"
Zhao Dabao hadn't finished speaking when he saw his father's fan-sized hand reaching out to grab him.
"Dad, the treasury is precious, but it's just a storage magic item after all."
"I called you just a storage magic item!"
