"Three to five thousand taels shouldn't be a problem."
"Boom!"
A surge of aura, as if a volcano had erupted, suddenly burst forth from Li Yingxuan, making the atmosphere in the room grow even colder.
However, this aura quickly subsided.
"Brother Fang, you're joking."
Li Yingxuan shook his head, suppressing his anger, and said:
"Three to five thousand taels is nothing but a drop in the bucket for us."
"Well then, there's nothing I can do." Fang Zheng spread his hands:
"It's not that I'm unwilling to help, but my capabilities are limited. Perhaps you should seek someone more capable."
"Brother Fang."
Li Yingxuan wore a contemplative look, thought for a moment, then said:
"The Heart Intent Fist you created is quite profound. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to call it the path to Martial Dao, but in my opinion, it still falls short in some aspects."
"Oh!"
Fang Zheng sat up straight, looking serious:
"I'd like to hear the details."
