A Main Competition was essentially a gathering of the top talents among humans and the other races.
Many people came with lofty ambitions and dreams in their hearts.
They firmly believed that once they set foot on this land, they would surely make a name for themselves and change the course of their lives.
Many others were extremely cautious, afraid of becoming stepping stones for others' advancement, and remained alert at all times.
Without a doubt, Old Daoist naturally belonged to the latter group.
After discovering that he would not be able to reunite with the lord anytime soon, he set a goal for this Main Competition.
"This price is too high. We can't afford it."
Ke Ximu hesitated. Seeing the changes in the expressions of several companions nearby, he could only shake his head.
There was no question about the legitimacy of Main Competition Points. Otherwise, they would not have been so frugal along the way.
But now, they had suddenly learned that the price of water had increased fivefold.
Anyone with common sense would hesitate.
"This price really isn't high. You have to consider that I carried this water over from more than a hundred kilometers away. If you went back to buy it, wouldn't the cost be considerable?"
Unsurprised by their reaction, Old Daoist remained calm.
"Unlike you, I don't have any lofty ideals. I just want to scrape together some points to buy a decent Modular Device and take it back to report to the lord."
"If you have a similar idea, then what a coincidence. We can all go home together in the Second Stage."
The moment he heard the word "home," Ke Ximu's expression darkened.
This guy.
*He really knows how to hit where it hurts. Did they scrimp and save all the way