A cold glint flashed through Qin Jiuge's eyes.
When Lei Wuming heard his grand plan, he went straight-up dumbfounded. He had never expected Qin Jiuge to be even more penny-pinching than him—he really did mean to dig three feet into the ground.
"What?
You think we can't?
You think what I said won't work?
After all, every brick in this Heavenly Yao City is a Spirit Stone rare enough to be seen once in a lifetime, and it can even resonate with the formation.
I have to say, these East Sea Dragon Clan fellows really are rolling in wealth, every last one of them.
Unfortunately, even if the three great factions of us humans were put together, we still wouldn't be as rich as them, would we?
Now that we finally won a victory, if we don't beat the landlords here, every one of them will very easily lose that morale again—the morale of people who came here in gloom and frustration.
In this kind of situation, of course we have to mend the roof before the rain."
Qin Jiuge wore an expression that said it was only natural as he broke the matter apart and laid it out.
Lei Wuming was convinced by him. In truth, he was not especially opposed to it; it was just that this way of doing things did not look very good. Their table manners were a little too ugly.
But who asked Qin Jiuge to be the one who started it all?
He, Lei Wuming, had been completely forced into it. Coerced.
What could he do?
He was so helpless.
Looking around, among all the human beings present now, who did not know that of the three great prodigies, everyone followed Qin Jiuge's lead?
So he, Lei Wuming, when all was said and