Wei Yang's gaze hardened.
In the South, fifteen thousand taels of Demon Silver could already create three rather fine Secret Technique Totems. Although the magic artifacts in this room were second-hand, their quality was quite good.
It was estimated that this could restore his strength to seventy to eighty percent.
"If it is truly as you say, then this Hall Master is undoubtedly a man of great righteousness, showing an immense favor to both me and the niece of the Liu Family. If he wants to recruit me, how could I not reciprocate?"
Wei Yang clasped his fists, though his eyes held a hint of doubt: "However, Shen Shan, you have always been proud. Even though you have left the Divine Strategy Camp, there is no reason for you to be serving a mere Jianghu gang. Moreover, with your strength, you could easily be a Hall Master. Why lower yourself to serve here?"
"I owe someone my life, and owe several tens of thousands of taels of silver, besides other reasons."