Xu Yan just couldn't understand, why were these fellows from the Demon Sect so poor?
It even made it impossible for him to make a fortune.
"I've killed another Grandmaster for you, what do you think of raising the price? A thousand Spirit Crystals for a Grandmaster's life feels a bit insulting to the Grandmaster."
Xu Yan looked at Du Yuying earnestly.
In the carriage, Yan Kuan was doubting his life choices.
When had Grandmasters become so easy to kill?
A single palm strike, swatting them like flies, where did this monster come from?
He was a Grandmaster himself, having devoted hundreds of years to tedious cultivation, encountered countless dangers to achieve the reverence of a Grandmaster, only to find now that Grandmasters were so cheaply valued, killed for a mere thousand Spirit Crystals?
He was dumbfounded!
Even the wounds on his body didn't feel that painful anymore.