"One... one hundred thousand taels?!"
Fatty and Jiang Yuanfan were so stunned they could barely speak.
They had recently made a pretty penny and considered themselves "rich," which was why Jiang Yuanfan had dared to be so generous and offer to treat them.
They never expected that the cost for Chu Fan to forge a single blade would be one hundred thousand taels!
The silver in their pockets wasn't even enough to cover a fraction of that!
Seeing their shocked expressions, the manager's heart sank. 'A miscalculation,' he cursed inwardly.
He had been so intimidated by his identity as a Demon Suppression Guard that he'd forgotten to consider his age.
'He's just a teenager of seventeen or eighteen. Even if he is a Demon Suppression Guard, how could he possibly produce a huge sum like one hundred thousand taels on the spot?'
