"Oh? Why?"
Chen Dengming was surprised, feeling a bit strange in his heart. To say it was for some reason, that seemed a bit unlikely.
He Yingyu smiled behind her hand, "Because you, Junior Brother, are too poor. If you were a spy from the Demon Cultivators, you might be poor, but not as poor as you. You even had to borrow fifty mid-grade spirit stones from me."
At these words, Chen Dengming felt embarrassed.
He never expected that his poverty, which had previously helped him remove suspicion, would be the very cause of ridicule now.
Perhaps his Senior Brothers and Sisters had already figured out his origins.
He had planned to survive a little longer, but it seems Liang Yunsheng, the old survival expert, had been doing so for many years. The path he had walked and the strategies he had used were outdated. His intelligence had already been seen through by others.
But... Does not having fifty mid-grade spirit stones really make him very poor?