Qi Xia laughed in spite of himself and conveniently took out a purse of gold coins from his storage ring, then put them on the table.
The female singer glanced at the purse and sat up straight.
"One hundred, another hundred years; the ancient sea behind him flickers slightly…"
Qi Xia had just squinted his eyes to concentrate on listening. However, after a single verse was sung, he couldn't hear the following lines of the song.
The female singer looked at Qi Xia and then at the purse.
"…" Was she telling him that one verse of a song cost one purse of gold coins?! Qi Xia almost laughed out loud. He had seen a money-grubber, but had never seen such an arrogant money grubber.
Another purse of gold coins was placed on the table, and the voice of the female singer sounded faintly once again.
This time, Qi Xia made sure to put the next bags of coins on the table before the singing stopped.
