A Lesson

"I have a way."

Simple four words rang across the room and brought everyone into shock.

When they realized those words came from the youth who saved Yun Yan, their eyes flashed with happiness.

The Clan Leader of the Yun Clan was particularly ecstatic, as he was fully aware of the fact that foundational cultivators usually come from families of the rich and that 50,000 spiritual stones never mean much to them. As a foundational cultivator, if the Zi Yang House did not require such a large amount of spiritual stones from them every year, he himself would not be doing so poorly.

Sadly, the Yun Clan has to give away 90% of their annual income, which was why Yun Hai was almost homelessly poor. Even if he sold all of his spiritual weapons, he would not earn 100,000 spiritual stones.

This was why when Ling Xian opened his mouth to offer help, Yun Hai was ecstatic. Watching the youth, he wished for him to lift his sleeve and whip out 50,000 spiritual stones right here and now.