"Not bad!"
Qin Feng took the ledger and flipped through it, a satisfied smile spreading across his face.
The professional team might not have been in the Immortal Realm long, and the Eastern Domain Border might not have had much to offer, but the wealth accumulated over the years by the Thirty-Six Caves and Seventy-Two Villages had added up to quite a fortune.
"Amitabha!"
Master San Nong pressed his palms together and shed sorrowful tears.
He had thought he'd make a killing after coming to the Immortal Realm. Who could've known he'd be stabbed in the back by his own people?
"Master, don't look like that..."
The Second Ancestor of the Qin Family hurried over to console him. "Think of the Little Fairies in the Eight Great Hutongs. They're still waiting for us to save them!"
"Amitabha!"
Master San Nong pressed his palms together, his face mournful. "Alas, with not a penny to my name, I've let down the lovely ladies of the hutongs. Second Ancestor, we're calling it off!"
"Calling it off!?"
The Second Ancestor of the Qin Family sighed helplessly. In the end, he would have to shoulder everything alone.
"Husband!!"
Lu Manman fought back her tears, nestled in Qi Xiuyuan's arms.
She'd thought her husband had finally brought home his wages after years of working, but who could've known they'd be taken away before they'd even warmed up in his hands? Their already poor family had been dealt another crushing blow.
"Don't cry!"
Qi Xiuyuan held Lu Manman close and comforted her softly, wondering if he should abandon his dignity and find a way to make money.
"What are those expressions for!?"
Murong Jing asked, utterly bewildered. "Senior Brother Qin is number one on the Talent Ranking for Artifact Refining. Plenty of people beg him to make