The embarrassed cultivator reached into his cosmos sack and took out a piece of ginseng.
"Young Master, this is old mountain ginseng, it is purebred and vintage. Just take a look at the texture and you can tell that it is of good quality. If Young Master is unwilling to lend me money, that's ok, I can sell the ginseng to you! If you want to buy such good quality ginseng, you won't even be able to get it with ten thousand silver coins. Since Young Master and I are fated, I will sell it to you for five thousand!"
Feng Jiu glanced at the ginseng and smiled: "It's okay, I have no use for such things. Since you have the ginseng, you can just sell it, how are you lacking of money?"
"Isn't Young Master generous? Surely you have more than enough money? I don't want to be too troublesome." He said with a smile on his face.
"That's it?" She touched her chin and said: "This is too small, have you got anymore? Or other things?"
