Two Thousand Silver Coins
"Fellow Cultivator, since you're his junior brother, why don't you… pay for him?"
The old man smiled kindly as he spoke, stroking his beard with an expression so sincere that anyone unfamiliar with him might truly believe he had come only to collect an old debt.
The wind swept across the ruined valley.
Flames crackled in the distance while thunder rumbled endlessly above the skies of The Forsaken Domain. The overwhelming pressure from the battle between the giant beasts still shook the earth from time to time, yet the atmosphere here had somehow become even more delicate.
Harry blinked blankly.
Fiona quietly lowered her head, trying hard not to smile.
Leon, meanwhile, simply stared at Hektor for a moment.
Then—
His brows slowly furrowed.
After a while, he understood what he meant.
Interesting. Is this old man testing me?
Leon thought to himself.
Two thousand silver coins?
Did a peak expert like Hektor truly care about such a small amount?
