Li Fan was silent for a moment,
"Fellow Daoist, you're quite skilled."
Zheng Zetian shrugged, not offering an explanation, as these matters were indeed something he was quite practiced with.
Li Fan turned with his hands clasped behind his back and asked again, "Then Fellow Daoist, what do you think they are cunningly trying to steal?"
Zheng Zetian pressed a balm onto the bruised side of his ribs,
"I can't guess that, with all those peculiar things you have, who knows? But if I were to guess, perhaps this time they're after your sword manual, considering they offered a million taels for a single move."
"...Ah, the sword manual... I see..."
Li Fan mused for a long time, then chuckled softly,
"Well done, Fellow Daoist, you've earned great merit once again. What reward do you wish for this time?"
