Duanmu Xi was no country bumpkin who'd never seen a beautiful woman before, but Master Su Quan was just too alluring!
"Fellow Daoist Su, please speak freely."
"I have a favor to ask…"
Duanmu Xi knew what the right thing to do was.
He should have put on airs, spoken in a flat tone, and left himself some room to maneuver.
But in front of Master Su Quan, he chose…
"Fellow Daoist Su, please don't hesitate to ask."
"This is truly difficult to say, but… Brother Duanmu, could you possibly lend me five million Spiritual Jade? I owe him seven million. I've scraped together what I can, which comes to about two million, but I'm still five million short."
Duanmu Xi felt as if a basin of cold water had been dumped over his head.
He shuddered, his mind instantly clearing.
Was five million Spiritual Jade a lot?
Or, to rephrase the question:
For a Nascent Soul Middle Stage cultivator, was five million Spiritual Jade a lot?
Of course, it was a huge amount.
