"Eh? Boss! Have you already sorted it out?" He was astonished, watching Sui Yi with his tongue tied.
"Mm-hmm, you and Xu, take one each,"
If Sui Yi's sending of such expensive and thoughtful gifts to Demon Que, someone she hadn't met before, was a manifestation of her generosity and capriciousness, then the giving of seals to Fatty Gao was a sign of her disregard for material wealth.
Mu Sang and the others looked at each other, rueful that they had contemplated ways to woo the Chinese expert in private. They were relieved they hadn't resorted to monetary incentives; otherwise, it would've been a significant embarrassment.
Initially, Fatty Gao felt obliged to reciprocate, after all, the seal was of top quality, and Sui Yi had carved it using the Demon Que Sword Technique. The lines were sharp, brimming with Sword Qi—there was no other seal like it in the world, and naturally, it was priceless. Therefore, he felt uneasy about accepting it...
