“One... one hundred thousand Spirit Stones?!”
Madame Red-Silk’s hand froze on the silk cord of her spatial storage bag.
Because she had only planned to sneak into Dry-Well City for a single night to assassinate Pei Xuan and go right back to Golden-Crow Capital, she hadn’t brought her personal vault from the Joyous-Gold Sect.
She subtly sent a wisp of spiritual sense inside her storage bag to count her money.
Aside from the fifty jars of mud masks, twenty silk dresses, ten lipsticks, and three ten-foot mirrors she had just stuffed inside, her money pouch only held five thousand Spirit Stones, three hundred gold taels, and a half-eaten box of candied plums!
She was short by ninety-five thousand Spirit Stones!
“Ahem!” Madame Red-Silk coughed dryly, her baby-smooth cheeks turning slightly pink as she tried to put on the lofty, untouchable air of an Immortal Cultivator. “Manager Hong, you see, I came out in a hurry today to visit relatives and only brought five thousand Spirit Stones in pocket change.”
She tossed a small pouch containing five thousand Spirit Stones onto the silver tray and waved her hand dismissively.
