Anyone who walked into The First Inn had no shortage of money, and this young man in red had an air of extraordinary feeling about him. It was obvious that he was from a good family, he could be the son of a wealthy tribe, or a prince from a small country, or even a member of a sect. 

People like them usually fought for glory, not money. Therefore, as they looked at the young man in red holding the bag of money, they were confused and couldn't figure him out.

The woman on the second floor hummed lightly as she turned around to walk away. When she came back, she was holding a bag of money larger than the first, and she threw it at the young man in red.

"My master said since you think it's too little, then he will give you one thousand gold coins. Take the money and leave."

The woman's tone of voice was rude and her expression full of contempt and superior arrogance. When her palm flipped as she threw the bag of coins at Feng Jiu, she had aimed for his heart, as if to teach him a les