"Would this be too much trouble for you, Master?" Lu Chang'sheng was rather tempted. Over at the Martial Artist Institute, he didn't have many friends. If he wanted to spar, he could only look for an instructor. Once or twice was fine, but if it got too frequent, there was no way the instructors could keep up.
"It's no trouble at all."
Seeing Li Fei was agreeable, Lu Chang'sheng stopped hesitating and chuckled, "Then I'll pay you a daily wage of fifty copper coins, Master."
"That's too much, really way too much!"
Li Fei felt like his heart was melting.
Nothing is harder to resist than kindness in the form of money.
However, he inadvertently glanced at Mo Chengshan and a few other martial arts hall disciples nearby—but their faces showed no expression at all, which struck him as a bit odd.
By that time, Lu Chang'sheng had already stepped onto the training ground, and Li Fei set aside his doubts and tidied up his outfit as he went up.
