A conspiracy, it's an absolute conspiracy. Looking at the inscrutable face of Xue Ji, Long Zhi felt a surge of dissatisfaction in his heart. When he had proposed to give the knife to Nian Bing, he had already figured out that Nian Bing would not want it. What a cunning old fox! "That's right, the Wind Chanting Stone alone is worth a hundred thousand Purple Gold Coins. Even if Nian Bing worked for you for five years, it would still be worth it. But, the Guild needs Nian Bing, Brother Xue, don't make it hard for your brother."