Jie Chen approached and looked at the wooden cart Xiang Ying was pulling, which was bound with ropes and stacked like a small mountain of boots.
He reached out and touched them, finding them all to be felt-lined Snow Mountain Boots.
"How did you get these?" Jie Chen asked, his thin eyes steeped with the chill of the night.
At the same time, he sized up Xiang Ying, as if he suspected she had gained some advantage in exchange for these items.
The murderous intent trickling in his eyes seemed almost ready to burst forth.
Only when Xiang Ying answered with a bright and benevolent smile did his attitude change, "Mr. Li gave them to me as a reward for curing his illness."
The cold spreading in Jie Chen's eyes abruptly ceased, and his thumb quietly slipped away from the sword hilt.
"He can give you things?"
From their few encounters, Jie Chen knew just how stingy this Mr. Li could be.
He had to use both carrot and stick to get Mr. Li to cough up a hundred and fifty cotton garments.
