Qin Fengming had not made any excessive demands of the souls of the two Mahayana cultivators, much less extorted an exorbitant price.
He knew his own worth. Asking for too much would only backfire. Besides, he had already plundered quite a few benefits during this trip to the divine palace. Although he had not carefully inventoried them yet, he knew that those treasures were no ordinary items.
Any one of them could serve as the finale of an auction for Nascent Soul stage cultivators.
He had reaped so many treasures this time that he had gained far more than the others who entered the divine palace. The increase in his divine sense, in particular, was something one could search for with a lantern and still never find.
By now, he also understood that when the divine palace had first been opened, those demon beasts formed from divine sense were the key to opening it. Only by killing enough of them could the divine palace be opened.
He alone had killed more than four thousand demon beasts. In other words, if his divine sense had not been powerful enough, the divine palace might not even have opened this time.
Thinking of this, he could not help feeling relieved. The benefits he had obtained were things he deserved.
Wrapped in a streak of seven-colored radiance, Qin Fengming suddenly vanished from that cave chamber on the fifth level of the divine palace.
When he stabilized his figure, he found himself in an unbroken mountain range.
Now that both sides had achieved what they wanted, Qin Fengming naturally had no reason to remain. Under the watch of the souls of the two Mahayana cultivators, he felt as though he had been laid bare before them, without the slightest privacy. The feeling was deeply unpleasant.