Southern Continent, Heaven Dao Sect
"I cannot afford to pay off Wei Zhe Ming, at least not in a short period of time," Zhao Lusi sighed wearily the moment the two of them had returned to the relative safety of her private pavilion. The staggering debt of one hundred million gold notes or one hundred thousand origin stones weighed heavily on the atmosphere of the room.
"I will contact the clan and ask the family elders to assist us," offered Zhao Zhiwei, who sat heavily on a wooden chair by the side of the room, his face flushed with a mixture of guilt and anxiety.
"No, you absolutely cannot do that," Zhao Lusi snapped instantly, leaving absolutely no room for further negotiation.
"But Sister..." Zhao Zhiwei began to protest, but he was immediately silenced by the sharp, unyielding glare his sister directed at him.
