Seeing Xiao Tian caught in a dilemma, unable to decide and unsure of what to do, the old woman's lips subtly curled up in a barely noticeable way. She coldly sneered in her heart, determined to fan the flames while the iron was hot.
Moments later, the old woman solemnly said, "So, if you insist on keeping the talisman, you should exchange it for equivalent valuables; otherwise, it won't be good for either of us!"
As soon as these words were spoken, Xiao Tian's expression changed again, and he said, "But, but apart from the money for my return ticket, I only have enough for a bowl of noodles. Why don't I just give you one yen symbolically, since your master said to give money, but didn't specify how much, right?!"
