"What are you staring at? Write out a promissory note! However much you think your life's worth, write down that many spirit stones. Although, if the amount you write down is too small, don't forget that I have a lot of spirit stones in my bag of holding, and I might just fork them over to buy you."
"You!!" cried Taiyang Zi, almost coughing up a mouthful of blood as he glared at Meng Hao. After a long moment, he sighed and then wrote down a huge sum onto the promissory note. Meng Hao carefully placed it with his collection of other promissory notes.
When the people in the crowd, and Taiyang Zi, saw how many promissory notes Meng Hao had in his bag of holding, they gasped.
"How many people has he conned in the past…? I can't believe he has so many promissory notes!"
"Just where exactly is he from? He couldn't be a cultivator from the lands of South Heaven, could he?"
