Seven cultivators sat there upright. Apart from the middle-aged man surnamed Luo, the other six all wore looks of disdain, as though they had no goodwill toward Qin Fengming and his companion. As for whether the two lived or died, they appeared utterly unconcerned.
"Many thanks for the reminder, Fellow Daoist Luo. The two of us have already chosen the mission, so naturally we can't withdraw halfway. Even if we perish inside, we can only grit our teeth and press on. I wonder, are there any other taboos regarding entering the spatial rift?" Qin Fengming cupped his fists and spoke to the middle-aged man with utmost courtesy.
This middle-aged cultivator was fairly decent. Compared with the others, he was clearly much more amiable.
"Hmph. There are no taboos. However, once you two enter, I imagine you won't last ten days before the powerful Bewitching Soul aura inside dissolves all the soul energy in your bodies. As for finding the mission target at the edge of the Bewitching Soul Mountain Range, you can forget about it. But if you two produce seventy million mid Spirit Severing-stage stones, the seven of us might consider bringing you along. Under our protection, you could remain in the Bewitching Soul Mountain Range for a month or two. If we find the item, we can count you two in for a share."
The middle-aged cultivator did not speak. Instead, a grim-faced man in his thirties standing not far away gave a cold snort through his nose and voiced something that made Qin Fengming tremble.
Following the young cultivator's words, the other cultivators also shifted slightly, smiles appearing on all their faces. Although the middle-aged man surnamed Luo said nothing, his expression seemed to approve of what the young man had said.
"Seventy million mid Spirit Severing-stage