Ying Ling's small face hidden under the veil was a bit embarrassed. She wasn't raised in luxury; she had distanced herself from the mundane world since young, thus not needing to spend a dime on eating, drinking, or any needs.
Even if there were expenses, with her status, she could just take silver notes or silver from the storeroom, as these things were no different from trash to a cultivator; there was a heap left in the storeroom.
But she soon found a reason to argue back.
"As cultivators, since we have the ability, we should help the poor folks more. That old man earlier seemed like he's over fifty. Forget about a string of coins, even if you gave him a few pieces of gold, so what? Do you still care about these mundane objects?"
He sighed towards the sky.
Jiang Feng just closed his eyes, his expression revealing a bit of despair.
"...Did I say something wrong?"
