"Sell it?"
The Continent Lords present wore an extraordinary array of expressions, enough to rival a painting of a hundred faces.
They were all old hands in the War Mire.
When had they ever encountered someone selling "War Mire Survival Time"?
Yes.
It could be freely transferred and, in theory, traded, but no one had ever traded it.
Why did everyone stay in the War Mire?
Wasn't this the main reason?
It could temporarily boost their strength and was also a prerequisite for advancing to a fourth-level continent.
If he really was selling it...
Then it would naturally be good news for them.
Only...
"Domain Lord Chen."
One Continent Lord hesitated before being the first to speak. "We initially discussed joining forces against you. Don't you hold that against us?"
It wasn't that they were afraid to buy.
They simply felt something was wrong. They had previously discussed joining forces against the Mortal Domain. To put it bluntly, never mind that the Mortal Domain hadn't done anything over these past two months—even if it had, that would have been perfectly understandable.
"The Mortal Domain won't stay here for long."
Chen Fan looked calmly at everyone in the Tea Room. "The Mortal Domain will soon advance to a fourth-level continent and leave this place for somewhere farther away. If fate allows it, we'll meet again someday."
"This little matter hardly counts as a serious grudge."
"What's the maximum number of days of War Mire Survival Time each continent can buy?" another Continent Lord asked.
"Ten thousand days."
Everyone's breathing stopped for an instant. Before this, not a single continent in the War Mire had possessed so much War Mire Survival Time.
"And the price?"
"The minimum purchase is a hundred days. In Eerie Stones, it's three hundred million for ten days."