The boy's face was distorted, ugly to the extreme!!
“Damn it!! That old man got me again!!”
In the end, Leng San had to pay over two billion and five hundred million gold coins to the Crescent Moon Sect. Compared to the enormous value of the property in his dimensional rod, this amount was considered very small. It was not worth risking Ji Yeza revealing his personal information to the entire martial world and creating difficulties for Leng San in the aftermath of having to watch out for greedy people from all over the world.
Taking the money out of his treasury, Leng San felt as if he was cutting off his flesh. Leng San's face was in great pain, including frustration towards his Uncle Master.
It took a little while for his mood to return to normal, and then Leng San slowly reconsidered every story he had heard today.