Broad daylight, under the clear heavens.
Li Mo glanced from the corner of his eye. Only after confirming that Elder Qian had hidden himself did he raise his head to look across at them.
Looking at Qiao Ziyu, who was covered from head to toe in a black robe, he casually said:
"How much do you want? Name your price."
To Little Li, anything that could be solved with money was no problem at all.
"Hmph, who wants your filthy money?!" Qiao Ziyu snorted coldly.
"Shouldn't your next line be, 'If you wish to pass this road, leave behind your toll money'? That's what bandits say."
"..."
Qiao Ziyu froze. That did seem to be right.
He did not know why just now. Perhaps the atmosphere had gotten to him—he had blurted it out the moment he opened his mouth.
"Hehehe, we are members of the Demon Summoning Cult. What we seek is naturally lives, not money..."
"That's not right. People from the Demon Summoning Cult are very short on money."
Li Mo waved his hand.
"The Demon Summoning Cult releases financial reports every month. As far as I know, their net profit last quarter fell twenty percent year-on-year, several lines of business were shrinking, and they temporarily lost one of their original shareholders..."
"Does the Demon Summoning Cult operate so properly?"
Someone could not help muttering.
"Ah, brother, that is exactly the right question." Li Mo raised a finger. "What you do not know is that the Demon Summoning Cult was formerly the God Summoning Cult, and it was also the state religion of the Great Shang Kingdom."
"Without a complete set of rules and regulations, how could it have been passed down for thousands of years?"
"That makes sense..."
After their initial bewilderment, the people of Spirit Rhinoceros