C1081 I Want to Make Friends with the Eight Big Sects
"Sect Master, may I ask what is the meaning of this?" Ming Zhenzi looked at the pile of shiny Spirit Stone in front of him and couldn't help but gulp. His old eyes, which were filled with vicissitudes of life, were now shining with greed.
"I will pay for the teleportation fee." Chen Feng smiled gently. "Eight sects. Each sect can bring ten people back and forth. Twenty dollars per person, 1