"It's been this long already—why hasn't he come for a paid consultation yet?"
Ever since they had parted ways, the strategist had been waiting for the call. Yet he waited from dawn until nightfall, then through another entire day to nightfall again, and still no call came.
By all rights, with a Supreme Expert's eyesight and memory, he should have finished browsing through those hundred-odd thousand words very quickly and started practicing.
Supreme Experts were unlike other martial artists. When ordinary martial artists practiced a technique and failed to find the way in at first, they would assume their mastery was insufficient and think of trying again for another two or three months. But when a Supreme Expert practiced a technique, whether they could truly master it was one matter—if they spent half a day trying and still could not even touch the threshold, they would naturally realize that the technique was beyond their level, that no matter how much more time they spent, they would struggle to get started.
Thus, upon seeing the pop-up window, he should have wanted to purchase guidance from a Human Immortal.
Twenty million per session was certainly expensive, but unless they were reclusive Supreme Experts living off dew and wind deep in the mountains and ancient forests, any ordinary Supreme Expert could scrape together that much cash. It was only the fee for a few commercial appearances.
And if it was a bandit Supreme Expert, then if he truly could not gather the money, he could just kidnap a core member of some foreign financial conglomerate.
"Could something have delayed him? Maybe he hasn't had the chance to read through it yet?"
The strategist frowned. After turning it over and over in his mind, this was the only likely explanation.
It couldn't be... that