"I need to enter seclusion for a month, so I'll be unavailable. Here's a Tier Two Middle Grade Spirit Sword. Find a shop and sell it for me. Take one Spirit Stone as payment for the errand."
Chen Che drew a Flying Sword from his Sword Box and handed it over.
"Ah... Senior, this is too much."
"Of course, there are conditions."
With his hands behind his back, Chen Che said lightly, "If I don't emerge from my seclusion, you are to wait for me outside the inn."
Indeed, he felt a stir of compassion.
"The child is father of the man," as they say. Zhou Lian had a tenacious spirit. People like him often just needed a single opportunity.
A Tier Two Middle Grade Spirit Sword was worth around two to three thousand Spirit Stones. This would be a test for the boy.
If Zhou Lian could resist the temptation and truly keep his promise, what harm would there be in taking him back to Jinyun Valley? It would be infinitely better than him living as a street urchin in the city.
