"It's just clearing away some lingering defilement, that's all." Among the older folks of the parents' generation, the old man wiped the cold sweat he'd just broken out in with the already black-and-shiny cuff of his sleeve, then reflexively retorted, "How could it be that troublesome?"
He and his son were city farmers, long since used to haggling before any proper talk of business.
They still thought Wuming was only here to jack up the price.
But the Demon Hunter was already impatiently waving her hand: "I told you from the start, this isn't about money. The lingering defilement in your house is really troublesome; it's not some ordinary stuff!"
The old man choked on his words, turning his head away.
But Lann was watching carefully; when he turned his head he still pursed his lips and rolled his eyes, clearly still not very convinced.
