As they spoke, Ximen Muxue took out a crystal-clear sword from her storage ring. The sword was only palm-sized, yet it exuded a sharp, icy aura.
"A top-grade magical treasure?" Ximen Chuiyu's eyes lit up. Just as she was about to reach for it, she hesitated. "This must be worth several million Qian Gold, right? Old Ancestor Muxue, this is too precious."
The family was merely a strong Rank Six prominent family; such a grand gesture might cause serious financial strain.
"To be exact, it cost 4.3 million Qian Gold," Ximen Muxue said with a smile. "But don't worry, the family has developed well over the years. The Third Grade Snow Jade Rice we've planted on the farms has yielded bountiful harvests year after year, selling for quite a lot. With those profits, it's easy to borrow some funds from the Wang Clan Bank, and the family can afford it."
