"What about poor people?" Su Changfeng couldn't help but frown. He never judged a person because of such things, and he disliked people who looked at others with prejudice. Therefore, Wang Junyi's words made Su Changfeng feel very uncomfortable.
"Master, think about it carefully. They don't have any money, and we have to provide them with food, clothing, and shelter. That's a big burden for us," Wang Junyi said.
Actually, it's not surprising that he thinks this way, but he forgot that Su Changfeng cared the least about money.
"Wang Junyi, when I accepted you as my disciple, did I ask you for money? Besides, the Fate Fruit I gave you, you know how precious it is, right? If I asked you for money, could you afford it?" Su Changfeng said coldly.
Wang Junyi's face changed. The value of the Fate Fruit was so immense that even if he sold the City Lord Mansion of Tianshui City, he couldn't afford it. It was no exaggeration to call it a priceless treasure.
