"Then I'll take my leave. Until we meet again." Bei Ting stood up.
Lian Han escorted him to the door, when he suddenly heard Bei Ting say, "Don't let him down."
Lian Han calmly replied, "That day will never come."
"[Girl, wait a minute. Give him those 100 beginner-level Spirit Gathering Cards.]" Old Man Xing, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke up.
"Sir, wait a minute, I suddenly remembered that I have something to return to you."
Bei Ting paused, "It seems that Miss doesn't owe me anything."
"You'll see when you see it."
As Lian Han spoke, he opened the AI, swiped out 100 Soul-Gathering Cards from the AI's configured inventory, and clicked the virtualization option. A large sum of money disappeared from his account, but a card box containing 100 cards appeared in Lian Han's hand.
"It's said that the old man owes you something; go back and materialize it yourself."
Paying a sum of Federal Coins does indeed allow you to virtualize an item first, then hand it over to someone else to bring it back to reality and materialize it.
However, such an expense is quite high, and if the item has energy, it can only be materialized or transformed into something below S rank. In the case of cards, this means only basic cards can be traded in this way.
After that, if Lian Han wants to sell intermediate cards, he can only do so in real life.
Old man? That's a term of address—
But what does he owe him? Bei Ting paused for a moment, took the box, and his expression changed the instant he opened it. "He truly treats you as his personal disciple."
"Otherwise, how could it be fake?"
Although his tone was calm, Bei Ting could clearly sense her dissatisfaction. "I'm sorry. As a return gift, I also have something for you as a New Year's present."
"Isn't it too early to talk about this now?"
"It's getting late. Come find me on New Year's Day."
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