"Brother Qin, that head is yours. Don't you spar swords with people all the time? Aren't you itching today?" Tiantian suddenly said. She didn't like this mysterious Black and White Snake at all.
Qin Feng shook his head. "People who spar Swordsmanship with me are all truly skilled. They're not worthy."
"You…" The two Black and White Snakes were furious,
when suddenly a voice came from outside the door: "How many silver coins is your head worth?"
The common currency in this region was silver, its value roughly equivalent to the low-quality spiritual stone where Qin Feng came from. The higher‑value Gold Coin could compare to a Middle-level Spirit Stone, and the most precious Purple Gold could compare to a Top-grade Spirit Stone. Hearing this, Qin Feng looked quite surprised, and smiled as he glanced over.
In the end, a young man walked into the room. His clothes were still wet; some parts were even frozen, yet his body was as straight as a javelin.
