"Not bad."
Chen Fan smiled and nodded. A Level-9 Artifact Refiner was exactly what the Mortal Domain needed. That batch of earth gold finally had someone who could forge it.
"Didn't you just say I only had one chance to name a price?"
"If the price didn't suit you, you'd turn around and leave on the spot, right?"
"Now I'll give you a price."
"Kneel and join the Mortal Domain within three breaths, or die."
The old man standing inside the room, his ragged clothes giving off a stench, instantly darkened. "Domain Lord Chen, do you think I picked up the title of Jiangdong Furnace Master off the street?"
"Or do you think a Level-9 Artifact Refiner like me is that easy to push around?"
"Do you really want us both to go down fighting?"
"One breath."
"Chen Fan!"
The old man looked furious as he said through gritted teeth, "Once word of this spreads, what will everyone think of the Mortal Domain?"
"Two breaths."
"Domain Lord Chen." The old man took a deep breath, then said earnestly, "Pretend I never came here today. I..."
Before he could finish.
Chen Fan lifted his teacup, took a small sip, and casually waved a hand.
"Three breaths."
Standing beside him, Zhou Mo immediately drew his saber without expression and prepared to step forward.
Thud.
Before Chen Fan had even finished saying "three breaths," the old man had dropped neatly to his knees. With a respectful, solemn expression, he said, "The Jiangdong Furnace Master pays his respects to Domain Lord Chen. I look forward to serving under you."
Chen Fan looked at the kneeling old man and smiled. "Bring them in," he said casually.
A moment later—
Zhou Mo's subordinates escorted more than a dozen people inside.
They all wore different clothes, but