"100,000 spirit shells..."
On the vast expanse of the Two-Yue Wasteland, the horse carriage rolled along. Xu Xing, who sat inside, swayed back and forth with the bumps of the carriage.
"With just 100,000 spirit shells, you can help me sneak into Xuan Turtle City?"
Having lowered his head for a long time, Xu Xing raised his eyes to look at the Old Monk in front of him, his hand tightly clutching his Storage Bag.
Making this decision seemed to be extremely difficult for him.
"Of course. I have connections in Xuan Turtle City. The manager of Dinghefeng is my nephew. As long as I arrange for you to be 'recruited' as a temporary worker, you can easily blend into Xuan Turtle City."
The Old Monk moved closer to Xu Xing and whispered about his connections.
"What about after that?"
"How do we infiltrate the Chu Kingdom?"
Xu Xing showed an interested expression, his hand clutching the Storage Bag slightly loosening, as if he had been persuaded by the Old Monk.
