Fang Qingyu's words "need to add money" were particularly clear by the riverside.
Hong Qitian, who was rolling up his pants, suddenly stopped, his murky eyes opened wide, as if he had heard something unbelievable.
He quickly turned his head, looking Fang Qingyu up and down, with a gaze like he was observing a daring little thief.
"Hey! You kid!" Old Hong chuckled angrily, pointing at Fang Qingyu's nose and started scolding, "Just swallowed a core, Qi Blood Crystals and Life Pearls are given to you every month, and you're holding a Divine Armament, the Martial Arts Pavilion is practically upside down because of you! You're not lacking in resources, not lacking in Martial Techniques, and you still ask me for more money?!"
The more he spoke, the angrier he became, forgetting to roll down his pants, his bony fingers pointing in the air: "Have some decency, will you?!"
