A flash of light passed, and the two of them appeared atop an altar.
Crack!
Cracks appeared in the altar beneath their feet.
Seeing this, Chen Changsheng, a master of formations, immediately frowned. "For a teleportation over such a great distance, you set up a temporary formation platform here? Isn't that a little too shabby?"
Little Immortal Elder rolled his eyes. "Easy for you to say. Do you know how much it costs to prepare a permanent formation platform?"
"First, we don't have a logistics captain like you. Second, we don't have someone like the God of Wealth who can make money breed money."
"It would already be good luck if we weren't kneeling on the ground begging for food."
As he spoke, Little Immortal Elder took out two temporary formation platforms and tossed them onto the ground.
Chen Changsheng raised a brow. "Are you people that short on money?"
"Little brother, you command a region yourself. Don't tell me you don't know how important money is."
"We're fighting a war. There are two things war lacks most: lives and money."
"Without people, there are things we can't do. Without money, our people can't do anything."
"If they're injured, they need pills. If their magical treasures are destroyed, they need to be restored. Building teleportation platforms requires resources."
"Tell me, which of those things doesn't require money?"
"Though we're somewhat stronger, we can't just go around snatching everything."
"Many resources and treasures in this world already have owners. If we rob them indiscriminately, we'll become public enemies of the world."
At those words, Chen Changsheng's eyes immediately lit up.
"From the sound of it, you can do certain things for money."
"When we're not busy, we can earn a little extra. After all, we need to cultivate too."
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