Spending Money

If it were a few short-sighted people, they wouldn't be worthy of sharing a table with him.

After Wang Lun's introduction and his own probing, Jian Wushuang quickly made up his mind.

"You are all lords of your own hills, but my small temple cannot accommodate all of you!" Jian Wushuang pursed his lips and showed a bitter smile.

This statement left the lords at the table stunned. They had come to cooperate, or to put it bluntly, to seek refuge.

Why were they being rejected now?

And so decisively, without even giving them a chance to negotiate.

When they came, Wang Lun had said Jian Wushuang was a great talent, so they should be more reserved at the drinking table.

Each of them was very cautious, without their usual rough demeanor.

They were nothing like the people in the downstairs hall.

Yet, Jian Wushuang still looked down on them. It wasn't their fault.