300,000 silver!
Fang Han's gaze swept over the silver notes in the box, and his heart shook.
He took the wooden box with both hands, feeling its weight—not from the silver notes, but from the immense hopes and support of his family that it carried.
For a small family like the Fang Family, being willing to provide 300,000 silver to support him meant they were truly sparing no expense.
"Thank you for the family's generous gift. I will not let you down!"
He spoke with solemnity and carefully put the wooden box away.
"Elder Yuan, you've come a long way. Why not accompany me into the city and rest at a teahouse for a while?"
Fang Han invited.
The Sect grounds were restricted territory, and non-disciples were forbidden from entering. Qingxuan City at the foot of the mountain, however, was a different matter.
