"Three... three hundred times..."
The young servant heard this and his face almost broke into tears.
Evidently, Lin Ruoxue's words seemed to be an agreement, yet also felt like a deliberate difficulty.
A price three hundred times over.
This was fundamentally impossible.
However, he also saw that this man and woman were not easy to deal with.
Between two Immortals fighting, he could end up suffering.
Helplessly, he could only return with his head hung low, and inform the young man in fine clothing of Lin Ruoxue's exact words.
"Three hundred times?"
The group was laughing and chatting, but upon hearing the servant's words, they realized the other side was clearly being difficult, or rejecting them in this manner.
After a cold snort, the young man in fine clothing stood up without hesitation, and with the others at his table, moved towards Ji Chen and Lin Ruoxue.
