"There is a pawnshop ahead. Let's pawn whatever we can and get settled first," Bu Qingyun said, pointing to a pawnshop at the street corner ahead.
The others agreed. But after sorting through their belongings, they found that apart from some trinkets on Fang Yunmeng and Bu Qingyu's persons, the rest of them had nothing to their names—unless they wanted to pawn the clothes off their backs.
As cultivators, they refused to sink to such a wretched state; pawning their garments was out of the question.
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