"Would you five young friends agree to my proposal?" Zhong Ren asked.
The five of them, Song Wen included, were naturally unwilling.
Under Zhong Ren's proposal, each of them would have to contribute two thousand superior spirit stones. That was an astronomical sum for any cultivator in the Nascent Soul Realm.
But none of the five wanted to be the bird that stuck its head out and openly contradict Zhong Ren. Thus, for a time, no one answered.
Song Wen felt considerable disdain for Zhong Ren's conduct.
The man was desperate to reach the Qicang Region, yet so miserly that he refused to contribute even a single spirit stone.
"Does your silence mean you tacitly accept my proposal, young friends?" Zhong Ren asked.
Number Two finally could not help speaking up. "The Rotting Miasma Ridge is fraught with danger. Even with the Cangyu Flying Vessel, crossing it would still be immensely difficult. It is our good fortune to travel with you three seniors. In principle, we five juniors should indeed spare you any expense. However, our cultivation is low, and none of us possesses much wealth. I fear we cannot scrape together those ten thousand superior spirit stones."
"Fellow Daoist Yan He speaks the truth. Please take our circumstances into consideration, Senior," Number Three echoed.
Yan He was Number Two's name. It was worth mentioning that she was a female cultivator.
Wei Qian said, "Zhong Ren, making these five young friends cover all ten thousand superior spirit stones really is asking too much. How about this: a thirty-seventy split. We Spirit Transformation cultivators will cover thirty percent, and the Nascent Soul cultivators will cover seventy percent."
In the end, everyone agreed to Wei Qian's proposal.
Under this arrangement, Song Wen would currently have to contribute fourteen hundred superior spirit stones,