Alone quickly responded, "Sir, although your life is certainly worth more than a hundred thousand gold, where can we find a hundred thousand gold? We barely have ten thousand gold, just enough for a fraction."
Yu Mo didn't respond, perhaps unwilling to answer Alone or perhaps unable to do so.
His hand, which was supporting the door frame, suddenly dropped, his body leaned against the door board as he slowly sat down on the ground, back against the door, he glanced at his chest. Unable to face his own wound directly, he shifted his gaze to his hand.
After glancing at his hand trembling from the pain, he finally forced a bitter smile, his gaze fell on Yang Zongxian.
Yang Zongxian hurriedly said, "Brother Yu, I also lack the ability."
"No, there's something I'd like to ask you to do."
"Please, Brother Yu."
"I have a Sword Formula, it's a Yellow Level Lower Grade Vein Technique, could you help me sell it as soon as possible?"
"Sell the Vein Technique!"
