Yet judging from the current situation, if he agreed, these cultivators who had come for the Demon Spirit Flowers would inevitably be at the mercy of the Pale-faced Cultivator.
That left him feeling rather guilty, and his heart became tangled once more.
Noticing the obvious temptation on the despondent cultivator's face, the seductive female cultivator named Song Jiaying immediately revealed a proud and delighted expression.
As a broker in Sunset City responsible for introducing cave mansion sales and rentals,
the commission from selling cave mansions was far higher than that from rentals. For every sale they facilitated, they received five percent of the transaction price.
Six hundred and fifty thousand Spirit Stones meant that her commission alone would amount to a full thirty-two thousand five hundred Spirit Stones.
Such an amount of Spirit Stones was naturally nothing to a Golden Pill Cultivator. But to a Foundation Establishment cultivator, this... was absolutely a staggering fortune.
And all it took was a few hours of negotiating a single deal.
Song Jiaying stood to one side with her head held high and her chest out, her gaze repeatedly falling on the Pale-faced Cultivator, her eyes brimming with seduction.
Noticing the change in Song Jiaying's expression, Mu Xiaobai lowered her head slightly, yet she could not hide the envy in her eyes.
After all, who would not want such an enormous commission in Spirit Stones?
Still, envy was envy. She knew such good fortune would never fall to a newcomer like her, much less a newcomer without connections.
The Pale-faced Cultivator waved the feather fan in his hand.
He did not actually know much about the Demon Spirit Flowers, but he was deeply calculating and had never shown it from beginning to end.
In fact, he had never been able to discern the slightest