Wan Jianchou closed his eyes, waiting for Zhao Yi to kill him. However, after a long wait, nothing happened. When he opened his eyes, he found Zhao Yi standing at a distance, smiling at him.
The weapon was stuck beside Zhao Yi, who had his hands behind his back, showing no intention of attacking.
"What do you mean by this? Can you explain it to me? I don't like this inexplicable forgiveness. To me, it's a kind of humiliation."
"In fact, from the moment we met, I wanted to ask if you could name a price to temporarily serve me.
Help me fend off those who want to seize the Divine Sword. And if, in the end, the Divine Sword is forged and you still wish to duel with me,
I won't refuse you then. What do you think?"
"Are you being serious or just pretending? Why do I feel like you're just putting on a show?"
Wan Jianchou was somewhat doubtful, feeling that Zhao Yi was just toying with him. Zhao Yi waved his arm lightly and placed the gold directly in front of Wan Jianchou.
