Fate Comes Artifact Refining Shop, reception room.
The cold-faced Old Daoist Cheng Buzheng's heart stirred upon hearing this, as though he had thought of something.
No wonder the owners of the several largest market-share holders on Spirit Cultivation Street had come together.
So they were green with envy!
Although Fate Comes Artifact Refining Shop accepted few orders each year, every one of them was of the finest quality.
Every artifact-refining order had been selected by Cheng Buzheng from among countless others.
That meant he had eaten the most delicious, most substantial slice of the cake!
The profits involved were immense.
It could be said that the reward he received from a single artifact-refining order was several times that of other such orders.
Moreover, some Spirit Materials were exceedingly rare treasures, their worth impossible to measure.
At this moment, the cold-faced Old Daoist had more or less understood what was going on.
Yet he still pretended not to know.
Cheng Buzheng frowned and swept his gaze over the three of them. "Fellow Daoists, what do you mean by this?"
Seeing this.
Song Bao also understood the deeper meaning behind the other party's feigned deafness and muteness, so he went straight to the point. "Fellow Daoist Jiang, you must have earned quite a great deal over these years, haven't you?"
Upon hearing this, the cold-faced Old Daoist narrowed his eyes and looked coldly at Song Bao.
Noticing this detail, Song Bao hurriedly explained, "Of course, we do not intend to pry into Fellow Daoist's earnings!"
"Then what do you mean?" Cheng Buzheng asked indifferently.
At that.
Song Bao quickly said, "Fellow Daoist, you misunderstand. I hope that you can alter the rules for compensation when refining artifacts!"
At this point, he could not help but give a bitter laugh before continuing, "To