"Thank you, two Ancestors."
Lin Qingluo willingly accepted their help, sincerely expressing her gratitude.
"As for the price..."
True Master Guang Chen pretended to think for a moment, playfully smiling: "Just as Clan Patriarch Rong said, Immortal, you can decide how much you want to give."
"That doesn't seem quite right."
Lin Qingluo was embarrassed, deliberately turning her head away, avoiding his playful gaze.
"That piece of land, it has been abandoned for a long time, and quite sinister, haunted by demonic evil."
Jiang Feng seriously raised his little hand, as if calculating a reasonable price.
"To invite a master to eliminate the evil spirit, we need to spend a lot of spirit stones; changing the Feng Shui requires a large sum, as well as flattening the swamp and renovating the barren hills. Adding it all up, it's at least 100,000 High-Grade Spirit Stones."
Rong Clan Patriarch wiped the cold sweat from his forehead; his face grew paler, and he felt suffocated.