The receptionist on the other side sent out a Shadow too, but not quite as quickly. Seeing the customer snatched away, that Shadow had no choice but to return to its receptionist's body, looking somewhat disgruntled. Luo Qian found it fascinating. Did they work on commission like salespeople in the Lower Realm?
"Hello. How can I help you?" Luo Qian had been so distracted that he had forgotten to answer, so the Shadow asked again. "Oh, right," he said quickly. "I'm going to Duhu Saint Market and need three bodyguards." A thin golden line appeared before the Shadow. It touched the line, and with a flash, a translucent golden screen sprang into view. Luo Qian was astonished. Following the fine line with his eyes, he saw a green-skinned person sitting in midair high above the center of the hall. The person's eyes were closed in concentration, yet he seemed perfectly at ease. Hundreds of golden lines, at the very least, connected him to the various service counters.
The Shadow tapped the golden screen several times. Within moments, several responses to the job came back. "Look," it told Luo Qian. "Five people are willing to take the job. The highest asks for twenty Superior Saint Stones; the lowest asks for only ten. Whoever takes it will find the other two companions themselves. You needn't worry about that."
Luo Qian was amazed. That person was like a supercomputer from the Lower Realm. His mental power was terrifying: he handled hundreds of matters at once with ease and was still nowhere near his limit.
"Hello. Which person would you like to choose?" The Shadow showed no impatience at Luo Qian's second lapse, asking again with remarkable patience. Luo Qian pointed to the bottom entry. "This one." "Very well. Please pay a contract tax