The man's eyes widened, exclaiming, "All for me?"
"For you."
Su Zheng didn't mind at all.
He, Su Zheng, a top expert of the Cangyuan Realm, could he possibly be short of money? Even if this wasn't the same world, Su Zheng was undaunted. Making money was easy for him. At worst, he could teach some disciples; with his experience in martial arts, wouldn't people come from Dao Mountain Ancient Land to Guanglan Palace just to apprentice under him?
He didn't care at all about those pieces of paper in his hand.
He could have as much as he wanted in the future.
What's more, how much could just these few pieces of paper be worth?
They didn't look like silver notes with a large denomination, the largest face value was only a hundred.
The man hurriedly and gratefully accepted the money; there were more than two thousand there, and Su Zheng generously gave it all to him.
All of a sudden, he found the bottles in the woven bag on his back less appealing.
