A glimmer of hope lit up in Mrs. Yin's eyes. "Is... is it really possible? Then... then hurry and ask him! Shichang, go quickly and ask Lord Zhao!"
But Zhu Shichang put on a troubled expression, wringing his hands as if in a terrible bind. "Aunt, there's something you don't understand. Asking Lord Zhao to come out of retirement to save someone is completely different from hiring him as a regular Tributor! To ask an expert to intervene and save a life on such short notice, especially against a notoriously vicious gang, is incredibly risky! Lord Zhao's fees are already high, and on top of that, there's a premium for the risk involved... Furthermore, to even get him to consider it, we have to pull strings within the Taiyuan Sect. Smoothing things over with everyone, up and down the line—that all costs real, solid gold!"
"How... how much? Shichang, just tell me. As long as we can save the Master, we'll scrape together whatever it costs!" Mrs. Yin pressed urgently.
