Only when a sect steward stepped in to stop them did the farce finally draw to a close.
If they kept making such a scene, once they reached Ascension City and countless factions witnessed it, the Misty Sect would lose every scrap of face.
Though Chu Wei, Yan Xi, and the others were unwilling to let it go, they could only glare viciously at Ying Ming Hao. After all, they dared not act up any further.
Yet what they never expected was that something even worse awaited them.
Just then, several attendants strode toward them, each carrying an itemized list.
"Senior Brother Chu, Senior Brother Yan, here's the list of damages. Please take a look. You'll have to pay compensation for all of these at the listed prices!"
It was the same woman, a cheerful smile on her face. Inwardly, however, she cursed nonstop. That damned shift leader actually sent me out here to take the fire!
Chu Wei took the list, looked closely, and immediately flew into a towering rage.
"What? You've fucking written nine thousand eight hundred lower-grade spirit stones here?!
Why don't you just rob me?!
Fuck..."
His voice was deafening, as though he meant to blow the roof off the ship.
The price was absurd. They were treating him like a complete sucker!
Chu Wei felt deeply insulted. There was no way he could accept that amount of compensation.
"Senior Brother Chu, this isn't something we can decide. These are all the standard prices, and this is only half. Senior Brother Ying and his group have to pay the other half!"
The woman's lips curled slightly as she spoke with a faint, ambiguous smile, while inwardly she groaned in misery.
*That's right, they're robbing you in broad daylight. The actual cost is only a few