“Who says Nine-wheel Citadel won’t pay?” The youth helping the princess barked back.

“That’s perfect then, just bid five hundred million and I’ll give up the sword.” Li Qiye reached out his hand, telling them to go ahead.

“You!” The youth turned red.

“It’s just five hundred million, pay the daoist and the sword is yours.” Li Qiye continued.

The youth turned as red as a pig’s liver. He obviously couldn’t muster this monstrous sum and left himself in an embarrassing situation. Plus,...