"Ye Huan, your recent performance has been very good, and the improvement is obvious, but please don't get carried away after a few compliments, become too proud, and affect your cultivation progress."
Ling Fufu crossed her arms and spoke in a somewhat dissatisfied tone.
Ye Huan was speechless; naturally, he wouldn't become arrogant and swell to that extent just because of a few praises.
This kind of persuasion is completely unnecessary.
"By the way, Ye Huan, I have something to tell you. Find some time to go to the headquarters of the Ancient Martial Artist Bank in the Endless Deep Mountains to open an account and get a bank card. I'll transfer three hundred thousand gold coins to you," Ling Fufu suddenly said.
Ye Huan was a bit puzzled: "What do you need to transfer so much money to me for?"
"I bet on you to win in the finals of the personal competition and made a net gain of six hundred thousand gold coins. You contributed, so naturally, I should give you half."
