"My services come at a high price. If you want me to work for you, tell me, how much silver are you willing to pay to hire me?" Wufu asked with a faint smile.
Ah Jiu's eyes flickered continuously, as he suddenly recalled the first time they met, when he was badly injured and had implored her for help. She had also clearly stated her price before taking action.
After several encounters, he thought they could, at last, be considered friends, yet she was still talking in terms of silver.
A trace of inexplicable melancholy momentarily flashed through Ah Jiu's eyes, but he quickly leaned in and asked, "Then, what's your price?"
Wufu burst into laughter.
"Ninth Master, I'm someone who dislikes constraints and restrictions the most. Even if I agree to work for you, I can't be bound by them, free to come and go as I please. Would that be acceptable?" Wufu inquired.
Ah Jiu said, "I haven't asked you to sign a deed of sale," implying his agreement.
