"Are you joking, Senior Brother?"
Although the plump Senior Brother wore an obsequious and warm expression, Zheng Fa's response was rather cold.
There was no way he was going back—if the ship really turned around, he would offend everyone on board.
The words of this Senior Brother seemed very insincere.
The plump Senior Brother gave an awkward laugh and signaled with his eyes to another Senior Brother beside him.
That Senior Brother immediately handed over a small square box.
"What is this?"
Zheng Fa had some expectations.
As expected, upon opening it, it was full of gold.
At a rough glance, there were about fifty or sixty taels.
"Thanks to Junior Brother, our books sold extremely well—I originally planned to share some with Junior Brother, and now that we are all disciples under Zhang, there's even less need to mention it."
Zheng Fa fell silent for a moment, then asked, "May I ask Senior Brother, how much would that book sell for in the Jiushan Sect?"
