Zhao Xian was startled and took a few steps back, protesting while drawing her spiritual tools to protect herself.
"180,000 Spirit Shells!" Xu Xing reiterated, sticking firmly to the figure.
"Alright, alright..." Zhao Xian said. "Brother Yao, put down your sword. 180,000 Spirit Shells—I agree to your terms."
Seeing Xu Xing had no intention of attacking, her heart eased slightly. However, she had rarely been in a fight and, in her panic, conceded.
"Yao Dang" has no money left. The barefoot aren't afraid of those with shoes. If I die, it's my loss.
She untied her hair bun and took out a thumb-sized luminous pearl from her hair. Then, she poured eighteen Spirit Pearls from the luminous pearl, arranging them one by one on the Table cases.
