Given his understanding of Motan over the years, Yidong felt that if he didn't stop now, things would end badly. So he casually changed the subject: "By the way, just how powerful have you become? Seventeenth on the integrated strength leaderboard? Your character's online time isn't even half of mine, right?!"
"Not even half, at most one third." Motan shook his head, while pouring the local specialty, Butterbeer, into his healing potion. "The integrated strength leaderboard isn't linked to combat power. My current level, equipment, and all other attributes are way below average. I can only attribute my place on the leaderboard to money, I suppose~"
Yidong's face stiffened, and with a twitching corner of his mouth, he asked, "You made it to seventeenth on the comprehensive leaderboard all because of money? Just how much money do you have?!"
"Around half a million gold coins."