The man had just noticed their movements earlier, and seeing the noble giving this young fellow something, he thought it was silver, and immediately walked up quickly.
He didn't mind Ming Yan's term of address, his eyes fixated on Ming Yan's sleeve.
"Come closer!" Ming Yan knew that the noble wanted to be discreet, so he beckoned the man to come nearer.
The man gave Ming Yan a suspicious glance, then looked at the treasure sword beside Ming Yan, hesitating.
This person might not want to give silver and wants him to come closer for a sneak attack?
Ming Yan immediately understood the man's thoughts, and his tone became hostile. "What? You think I would kill you for these three hundred taels of silver?"
Seeing Ming Yan make things clear, and the tone so disdainful, the man was relieved.
He stepped forward and asked puzzledly, "What does young sir intend to do?"
