She looked up at him, her brow furrowing in confusion.
"You don't require a share? Of this money? Are you sure you know what you are talking about?" Ji'an repeated, blinking. "Blue, this is a king's ransom. This is 'buy your own sect and retire to an island' money! What do you mean you don't require a share?"
Wangchen's mind raced, frantically searching for a plausible excuse that fit his rogue persona without revealing his true identity as an insanely wealthy immortal.
"I... am a minimalist," Blue lied smoothly, though his left eye twitched slightly.
"A minimalist," Ji'an echoed, her tone flat.
"Yes," Blue nodded solemnly, leaning into the lie. "Wealth breeds complacency. A true rogue cultivator must remain unburdened by material possessions to maintain his edge. Gold weighs down the soul. I hunt for the thrill of the battle, not for the coin."
Ji'an stared at him.
She looked him up and down.
She looked at his boots.
