The reward was still quite substantial. The further one ascends on the path of cultivation, the more perilous it becomes.
Even though Wang Xiu had an ace up his sleeve, having a few real Saints guide his cultivation would always be much better.
HISS, wait a minute...
Suddenly, Wang Xiu remembered that he was already a Saint Heir. Even without this, wouldn't the Immortal Sect still nurture him?
Upon realizing this, Wang Xiu's gaze toward Zhuo Canglang became filled with silent reproach.
"What about the Spirit Stones? Are those on credit too?"
"Of course not!" Zhuo Canglang straightened his back instantly. "Doesn't your Spirit Turtle Peak have a mine? When it's time to hand over the Sect's share, just deduct one hundred thousand for yourself!"
Wang Xiu: "..."
"COUGH, COUGH, COUGH..." Zhuo Canglang's old face flushed red, knowing he was in the wrong.
"Damn it, this is so embarrassing!" the black crow squawked, using its wings to cover its eyes.
