He saw that Dong Rui was being especially generous, tossing out two taels of broken silver without the slightest heartache.

Dong Rui chuckled. “I don’t have money, but you do.”

Ever since he put on the mask State Preceptor Shuang Ye had given him, he no longer had to cover his face when going out into the marketplace. When drinking tea or eating, he no longer had to find some deserted corner and face the wall.

This was the life he wanted.

He Lingchuan’s hand slowed. “Mm, I do have money, but what does that have to do with you?”

“How many favors do you owe me?” Dong Rui said leisurely. “Do you want me to count them out for you one by one?”

He Lingchuan was left speechless.

True. From Dong Rui, he had taken divine bone, divine blood, and during the execution of the Mount Xu Plan, he had even borrowed two of the man’s monster puppets. It could be said that...