"Even if it's for the revival of Daoist Skill, it's important to know when to stop."
Lin Beichen wasn't at the point of taking good intentions for granted. He nodded immediately and handed over twenty million to Lan Zihua, saying:
"You should head back to Port City first and help me spread the word. I'm going to compete with Ji Fan, isn't that great material? Plus, it's quite a gimmick. The more spectators, the better. At that time, I will undoubtedly give them a huge surprise. This could very well be the make-or-break moment for the revival of Daoist Skill."
Lan Zihua couldn't argue with him and had to agree. He took the twenty million and returned to Port City right away.
Although Lin Beichen had given many instructions, Lan Zihua knew deep down that his actual task was just one: to create a sensation, making as many people as possible aware of Lin Beichen's competition with Ji Fan.
