“What?” Chu Tianfeng instantly stupefied.
This word was not only unfamiliar. For the young master from Fentian Palace, it was totally an unknown term. No one has ever talked to him about money, especially young women. He almost thought he had heard it wrong.
When Meng Qi died in her previous life, she had already successfully formed her golden core, and her medical skill was in the peak of the fifth grade. With the previous life experience, it was even easier for her to save Chu Tianfeng now.
But she was hesitant.
Meng Qi slightly turned her head. Her eyes fell on Lu Qingran’s pale face, who was still unconscious.
She understood entirely that she had been reborn. Senior sister Lu Qingran was really the darling of heaven, the harbinger of luck, the daughter of fate. No matter what happens, there will always be many kinds of powerful men who will appear just in time to save her.
On the Qingfeng Mountain, cloud and mist never faded. There was a simple and spacious hall at the peak of the mountain. Around one hundred cultivators dressed in blue robes stood in the hall, adding a bit of divine atmosphere to this otherwise empty space.
Meng Qi stood quietly behind the other cultivators. She was wearing the same blue robe as the others, and a dark blue belt circled her slender waist. Her long, black hair was bundled behind her head, clumsily held up by an old-fashioned hairpin. Her fair face was plain and bare without any makeup. Except for a touch of medicinal scent, there was no other fragrance on her body.