He's just a Sword Pavilion Sword Caretaker, is he worthy of being called a Senior Brother?

Huang Six looked confused.

Then he lowered his head and muttered a few words. His expression became pleasant again.

"Haha, Brother, in that case, these spiritual rocks are the betrothal gifts for our daughter?"

He put the pile into the small wooden box, his eyes sparkling.

This was practical.

Hearing his words, Han Muye stood up and took the wooden box.

"Eh, you…" Huang Six was stunned for a moment before grinning. "I understand. Three-seven split…"

Han Muye shook his head and said in a low voice, "It's fine if you accept the spiritual rocks from the inner sect. But it's not easy for the outer sect to save their spiritual rocks, and they're out on a crusade soon. There are many places that require spiritual rocks, so don't take these spiritual rocks."

With that, he tucked the wooden box under his arm and walked out.

"Where—where are you going?"

Huang Six shouted after him.