Huang Xiaoyong became even more unsatisfied when he heard the word “lower-level.” What’s the point of coming here if we can’t participate at the highest level? I don’t have anything on me now that I can auction off.
“What are we going to do, Master?”
Han Jingru saw no problem in this, for he knew the red fruit he was holding was a valuable item. However, that was only his opinion. He did not know how valuable it was to others. I wonder if it’ll be enough.
“I’m sorry. If you don’t meet the requirements, we’ll not force you to participate. But please don’t hold me here.” Though Liu Ding sounded polite, the meaning behind his words was clear- to ask them to leave.
Huang Xiaoyong grew infuriated by the man’s behavior. Even so, he watched his words because the other man had not made things difficult for them yet.
“What’s the rush? Let my Master think,” he answered.