No need for Chen Ye to explain; the two disciples already understood the significance of this gold medal.
Even though this gold medal was merely a mundane object, it had always been kept safe by their master, never lost, which was enough to prove its importance in his heart.
"Jingle jingle—"
Qing Jun's bell got quieter and quieter, her furry little head drooping lower and lower.
If she had known earlier... if she had known earlier, she would have given her precious bell to her master.
Chen Ye's heart skipped a beat; he was thinking of exchanging something else for Zhiwei's Jade Pendant.
Though he was Zhiwei's master, he didn't want to take his disciple's belonging lightly.
But...
He was a fair master; there was only one gold medal, so what should he do?
Chen Ye hesitated for a moment, but he had already spoken the words, and if he didn't keep his promise, it would surely hurt Zhiwei's feelings.
