"A life unsold, where will it go?" Qin Xuzhi said with amusement.
"Qin Qingluo."
"A good destination." Qin Xuzhi praised, then added, "You young ones speak slippery words. I suppose you say one thing to people and another to spirits?"
Chen Yi was not embarrassed at all and said, "I just speak the truth—I don't sell my own life or the lives of those around me, but I can sell others' lives."
"Is it yours to sell?"
"If it's not mine, then I will sell it."
Qin Xuzhi found this youngster quite to his liking, nodded slightly, and slowly explained, "I wonder if you have heard of my Qin Family's affairs? It doesn't matter if you have or haven't; all that matters is knowing that for three hundred years, my Qin Family has not had a truly peaceful day."
The Qin Family vassal to the Southern Border had almost become local rulers, yet the ancestor of the Qin Family claimed they never had peaceful days. Chen Yi remained silent, pondering deeply.
