Bai Qi looks at me and a chill runs down my spine. Grinning, he says: “What about you? I am very poor; my wallet doesn’t even surpass 1000 gold.”
Li Mu couldn’t help but laugh: “Stop it. We already relied on Xiao Yao to kill the Boss. We already owe him a lot; I don’t want to owe him even more…”
Bai Qi mutters to himself while holding his axe: “I could sell this silver battle axe for about 400G. We can get weapons again later. We need to be the first to create a guild!”
Li Mu thinks for a bit: “Okay, I will sell my gold tiered boots! Xiao Yao, would you like to buy them?”
My face darkens: “Buying? Do I look like I’m a merchant!?”
“Ahh right…. I forgot that you are poorer than us.”