"Ghost Market... there is really a lot of money here."
The youth glanced at himself, clad in simplicity; on the surface, the most valuable thing he possessed was that pine pattern ancient sword, an heirloom left by Elder Zu. It was said to be a mystical weapon but actually lacked the many mysteries it was rumored to have; its material was simply extremely special, strong and unyielding like the pines on South Mountain.
"Intelligence..."
Li Guanyi tapped his forehead with a bent finger.
Information about Zhenbei City, the Qilin Hunting Conference, and Lady Hua Rui.
In the end, Li Guanyi had only one choice; he found a new place and spent those five pieces of silver on a robe, he also needed to buy a mask. But with the little money left, he could only afford the most ludicrous of masks.
"What, only ten coppers?!"
"With ten coppers, you can't buy anything!"
