Disciples Share the Burden When Matters Crop Up

"Karoman, why are you here instead of enjoying yourself at the Cape family residence?" Li Xuan stood in front of the city gates, looking frivolous.

"I want someone." As he stood there casually, he gave off the feeling of being high and mighty, like a proud son of heaven.

"If you want someone, find a human peddler. We are a prim and proper place which doesn't sell people," Li Xuan said with a twitch of his lips.

Karoman frowned slightly, but he didn't flare up. He wasn't worried about Li Xuan and Zhou Wen, but this was nominally the An family's territory. Even the Cape family was somewhat afraid of Luoyang's An family.

"Lend me Guide Ancient City's Shiraishi Satomi for a month. Tell me how much you need in exchange," said Karoman.

"How pitiful. You're already aging at such a young age. Your ears no longer work. Let me repeat myself. If you want to buy someone, find a human peddler. This place doesn't sell people," Li Xuan said with a sneer.