ontorted in a hideous grimace, devoid of the compassion and serenity one would expect from a monk."Two seniors, this is the situation..."Luo Wen Tao narrated with a look of dejection.He wanted to kill...Ye Bufan looked at the two people in front of him: "An apology Then you have to show some sincerity!"

"Sincerity"

Lu Bingkun was dumbfounded. He was just a cultivator and wasn't particularly adept at navigating the complexities of human relationships.

"Doctor Ye, what do you mean"

Ye Bufan said: "A few days ago, the housekeeper came here to apologize and compensate me with 200,000 high-grade spirit stones."

Frankly, I don't really care about these things. But if the number is less than what the steward has, it would probably embarrass the prince.

"Well, then I'll behave like a house steward. Just compensate me with 200,000 spirit stones." Which one wouldn't want to admit to the vigor of their youth"6 million..."8 million..."10 million..."As time went on, fewer and fewer guests holding signs remained. When the bald man called the price...