"There's a pawnshop ahead. Let's pawn everything we can, and get ourselves settled first," Bu Qingyun said, pointing to a pawnshop at the corner of the road ahead.
The others agreed. But after sorting through their belongings, they realized that apart from a few trinkets on Fang Yunmeng and Bu Qingyu that could be pawned, the rest of them didn't have a single thing to their names—unless they were willing to pawn the very clothes off their backs.
As cultivators, they could never allow themselves to sink to such a wretched state; pawning their garments was simply out of the question.
Chapter 273