Bi Ningshuai turned back and heaved a sigh of relief after seeing that it was Feng Feiyun.

“You scared me to death there, my Young Lord Feng. You got money right now? Let me borrow 1,800 spirit stones, I need them fast.” He ran over with his hands out while feeling zero shyness.

Feiyun smiled and said: “Didn’t you just stole the writings of the first Jin Emperor? It won’t be sold for cheap yet you still ask me for money?”

“Don’t… speak nonsense. What is this about stealing? It’s our family heirloom…” Ningshuai’s expression became awkward.

The writings were naturally stolen by him from the Throne Marquis Faction.

Only this thief would dare to attempt this and get it done successfully.

“Alright, fine, it’s your heirloom.” Feiyun smiled and said: “Right, weren’t you chained up by your fiancee and got dragged back home? Why are you here now looking like this?”

Ningshuai was very sensitive...