Maha, with his wealth of combat experience, was brimming with confidence in his overall abilities.
He believed he would never end up as pathetic as Empty Cicada.
"Those two little fellows, Golden Neck and White Moon, thought it would be easy to earn enough money to buy their freedom, but they knew far too little about the nature of capitalists."
Maha glanced at the two cave abodes of the Taiqing Sect before turning his gaze back to Zhang Guangmu. "There's actually nothing wrong with holding on to such naivety. In fact, it might let them live on with hope."
At this point, his expression grew complicated, and his tone became wistful. "Back then, after reaching the Ninth Order, I spent more than a hundred years carrying out high-intensity missions before finally accumulating enough points to buy my freedom and successfully leave the All Heavens Transfer Station."
"Times have changed. That stationmaster's skill at sucking people dry has improved again."
Maha suddenly chuckled. "Although I left the transfer station, my ties with the stationmaster weren't completely severed. We simply stopped having anything to do with each other."
"This time, he offered relatively generous terms for the trade."
Maha did not keep the suspense any longer and spoke bluntly. "As long as I can capture you alive and have you sign the Eternal Servant Pact with your true spirit, becoming a World Crosser, I'll receive enormous benefits."
To be honest, Zhang Guangmu, who had broken through to the Ninth Order, was already strong enough to make Maha take him seriously.
Even with Maha's arrogance, he had to admit that if he fought Zhang Guangmu in a battle of spells and martial techniques, their chances of victory would be roughly even. He could not claim that he would definitely win.
Zhang Guangmu looked