“Let’s put all that aside for now,” said Tianlang-Jun. “Surely my face can’t be worth less than three silvers!” The woman choked a little, then studied his face for a while and smiled. “Mm, true, it’s worth that much.” Then she tossed him a heavy ingot of gold. From then on, it was as if a dam had broken, and Tianlang-Jun’s expenditures in the Human Realm burst out like a flood. He became even more unrestrained, even more unfettered, to the point that it was terrifying to watch. He’d found a rich patron, a mountain of gold.
