"All right, I understand."
Fang Ping spoke with a miserable expression. He had come down here to seek opportunities, yet after only three or four days, he already had to head back up. He felt rather frustrated. Why was every trip he made into the Earth Cave so short? Other people said they usually had to stay down here for ages. Why was it different for him? If Lu Hao, standing nearby, had heard him, he would have immediately pointed at Fang Ping and said,
"Just look at what other people do when they enter the Earth Cave, then look at yourself. Wherever there's danger, you charge straight into it, don't you?"
"Then, Senior Brother Wu, I seized quite a lot of life essence this time, saved a Rank Eight martial artist for the government, and even held up Giant Willow City.
"Shouldn't the government reward me with a few hundred million as a token of appreciation? You can't let someone who's contributed so much feel abandoned. Otherwise, how many people will still be willing to step up?"
Fang Ping rubbed his hands together.
"Fang Ping, you know the government is struggling. There'll definitely be a reward, but probably not that much. A few tens of millions would be the absolute limit..."
Wu Chuan spoke awkwardly from beside him.
"Fine, as long as there's something. I'm not picky." Fang Ping curled his lip. It was about what he had expected—a few tens of millions at most. Still, it counted as an unexpected windfall.
As they spoke, the sky darkened. Another day had passed.
Beneath the night sky, everyone fell quiet. Even Fang Ping and Qin Fengqing, the most restless of the lot, settled down. Everyone was exhausted. After three days of fighting in the Earth Cave, they were all wounded.