Zhu Er's expression changed slightly, "How much does Fellow Daoist Lu want to borrow?"
"Five hundred lower-grade spirit stones."
To crack a one-way sound transmission shell, you'd need at least ten thousand lower-grade spirit stones, which is the equivalent of almost a thousand evil cultivators. Lu Chang'sheng obviously didn't think the other guy would lend him that much.
Maybe, if Nangua came in person, it might be possible.
"No problem, no problem."
Zhu Er smiled.
Five hundred lower-grade spirit stones wasn't much, he could scrounge it up himself if needed. Of course, he didn't do that—instead, he first mentioned the Zhu family's own difficulties.
His general store hadn't been doing well lately, and he talked about cash flow issues before finally handing the spirit stones over to Lu Chang'sheng.
Making the favor seem bigger was one thing, but he was also trying to shut down any future requests Lu Chang'sheng might make for money.
