July 31, 2024
By the time it was almost dusk, the crowd signing up for the martial hall had thinned out.
Liang Qu held a brush with his five fingers, writing down names and letting the ink dry aside.
A thick stack of registration forms had collected by his side, no less than a hundred in all.
Each registration started at seven taels minimum, ensuring at least a thousand taels of silver, and if calculated at the middle tier of twenty taels, it would be three thousand.
Several scholars from the academy who he encountered earlier had also signed up, wanting to develop in both scholarly and martial directions, each choosing the highest tier of fifty taels.
No wonder Pang Qinghe had sought a match; even after losing, he could throw down a silver note worth three hundred taels.
Fame truly brings endless wealth.
Xiang Changsong walked out from the main entrance, picked up the teapot on the table, filled three cups in a row, and exhaled deeply, "I was so thirsty I could die; can't stop talking till your mouth dries. Let's go, let's go, to our master's place, time to break the Blood Barrier!"
"Alright."
Liang Qu neatly put away the paper and brush.