Fang Qingyuan had run a Marketplace before and knew the fortune it would take to build one from scratch, to say nothing of constructing a new Immortal City in the Barbaric Land.
He estimated that without accumulating Spirit Stones for several decades, Lechuan would probably lack the resources to do it.
'One step at a time. As long as Master achieves Nascent Soul Transformation, all of this will be possible in the future.'
"Alright, stop trying to sweet-talk me. If you really meant it, you brat, it would be more practical to show your respect with a few more Spirit Stones."
At the mention of Spirit Stones, Fang Qingyuan could only manage an awkward laugh. If Spirit Stones weren't part of the equation, they were the very model of a benevolent master and a filial disciple.
Lechuan glanced at Fang Qingyuan and waved him away. Just looking at Fang Qingyuan irritated him now; the boy had just shamelessly pried a huge sum of Spirit Stones from him. 'And that was *his* money!'
