Feng Jiuge has been wandering outside for so long, and has always been tight on finances. Had she not met Yang Cheng, she would still be worrying about her livelihood now.
But Yang Cheng did not hesitate, directly pushed the bank card over, "Deal."
A trace of surprise flashed in the old man's eyes. He intentionally raised the price, hoping this young man would think twice, but didn't expect him to be so straightforward.
He sighed, turned around, took a roll of yellowed parchment from the shelf, and handed it to Yang Cheng.
"Young friend, I remind you, the Blood Refining Sect is not something everyone can meddle with. Think it over, some things are better left unknown."
"No need to persuade, old sir."
Yang Cheng's eyes were firm, grasping the yellowed parchment.
The old man sighed, released his hand, gesturing for Yang Cheng to open and see, it contained all the information about the Blood Refining Sect.
