At Lin Chaoyuan's words, Chu Sheng frowned slightly, but his brow soon relaxed.
He looked at Lin Chaoyuan and waved a hand. "Forget the interest. These supernatural materials will do as payment."
As a Sequence Six adept, Chu Sheng had been observing Lin Chaoyuan from the moment they met.
With his vast mental power, he could see every tiny movement Lin Chaoyuan made and even faintly sense his emotional fluctuations. Naturally, he knew the man was not lying.
This really was all they had.
In the past, forget owing him payment with interest-if anyone so much as delayed paying a little, he would have refused to work. But things were different now.
Their exchange rate was ten Sequence Nine supernatural materials for one Sequence Eight supernatural material.
He had already explained those terms to Lin Chaoyuan and the others during their previous transaction.
One Sequence Eight supernatural material and eleven Sequence Nine materials amounted to 2.1 Sequence Eight materials. They were still nine Sequence Nine materials short of the three Sequence Eight materials required for his payment.
And while mere Sequence Nine supernatural materials were not exactly junk to him, they were hardly anything special either. They offered little improvement.
Rather than quibble over that bit of interest and those sequence materials, he might as well leave them with a good impression.
He had already moved past the stage where he needed brutality and slaughter to build himself up.
Most importantly, Lin Chaoyuan's group was an official Kindling Base.
They appeared to have only seventy-odd people of all ages, but who knew what trump cards they might possess?
Of course, theirs was a business relationship. Any trump cards they had were not particularly relevant to him, and he had no intention of becoming their enemy.
Still, the authorities had found