The female cultivator raised an eyebrow slightly, a faint smile lifting her lips. "Why don't you and this fellow Daoist take another careful circuit around the building's walls? I still need to find two more formation arts artists anyway."
"We'll meet here in two hours."
Meng Xing was about to nod, but Tan Song stopped him. Tan Song cast a sidelong glance at the group behind them, and Meng Xing's expression darkened.
Zhen Jing seemed to notice their discomfort and asked, "Is there something else?"
An apologetic look crossed Tan Song's face. "Actually, the two of us were hired by that group behind us. We need to discuss this with them first."
Zhen Jing frowned at the rogue cultivators behind Tan Song, some meditating and others chatting, and could not help saying, "Your employers don't look easy to talk to."
Tan Song felt helpless. They certainly weren't. From what he knew of these employers, they might well come out with something outrageous.
Sure enough, after the two sides discussed the matter, his employers brazenly demanded twenty percent of the resources the Zhen Family siblings obtained inside the building as compensation.
The Zhen Family siblings were clearly stunned by their shamelessness. They simply cupped their hands in farewell and left.
Formation arts artists were rare in the cultivation world, and third-tier formation arts artists were even rarer in this secret realm, but they were not nonexistent. So many people had entered the Far North Secret Realm this time that the siblings refused to believe they could not gather six formation arts artists by waiting another couple of days. Why, then, should they waste their time arguing with these unreasonable people?
Neither sibling was a sucker. This was a mutually beneficial collaboration, so why should they surrender a share of their gains