"You're not willing to give up yet?"
Qingzhi said helplessly, "Master, please don't mess around any more. Have you forgotten the injuries from the backlash last time?"
What he meant was that Lingcheng Mountain wasn't so short of money either. Lingcheng Mountain is a tourist spot, and its income was very considerable, even though most of it was donated or used for maintenance, but the remainder was enough to sustain their lives.
"Go, go, go, you don't need to remind me. Besides, wasn't the backlash before all because of you..."
Master Ting Chan suddenly let something slip, looking somewhat panicked.
Qingzhi stopped in his tracks, "Because of me?"
"Because of you my ass, you misheard because you're deaf."
Master Ting Chan dropped the retort and ran upstairs, moving swiftly; he vanished at the stairwell in no time.
Qingzhi stood still, his brows tightly furrowed.
