Although Chen Xiao'er didn't know why Chen Fei wanted information about spatial storage artifacts for living beings, Miyoshi Xuesen thought it was highly unrealistic.
Even if such artifacts existed, it wouldn't be handed over for something so insignificant. This amount of contribution is far from enough, and no one would give it to him.
Unless he achieved a colossal feat like saving all of humanity, such a treasure would never fall into the hands of an ordinary person. It's dangerous for a child to carry gold in public, inviting trouble.
If it weren't for the fact that the "spatial branding" on the back of Chen Fei's hand was already bound, shining silver patterns being mere appearances and not the actual artifact, non-transferable and irremovable, someone might have tried to chop off his hand.
"That's quite a pity!"
Chen Fei shook his head in disappointment.
"You should ask for something else! So I can give a proper explanation."
The monk shook his head like a rattle drum.
