The Spirit Sword Fifth Elder had never received this kind of treatment—being embraced on the thigh and being called boss—for many years. Usually, it has always been her who did this to someone else, and every time, she would be abandoned like a worn out pair of shoes.
The innumerable magical treasures, elixirs, and so on that she seized from Daoist Master Zhifeng… was indeed still in her possession. In fact, although Daoist Master Zhifeng wasn’t really that wealthy, his possession as a Yuanying Stage from a top sect in the Nine Regions could not be underestimated. However, it wasn’t that easy to sold all of them in such a short period of time like this.
Finally...
“Fine, since you’re so poor that you even lower yourself to beg me, I’ll support you. Alas, who told you to have a below average intelligence, dull perception and not good looking?”
While doing her utmost to ridicule him, the Fifth Elder took out a tiny sword from her mustard seed bag and threw it to her disciple.
