When the Message Transmission Talisman landed in Chun Xiaobai's hands, he rubbed his hands together. He knew the heat was just right. It was time for him to step into the kitchen himself.
So he personally took charge, holding the transmission stone and speaking in a voice laced with anger yet brimming with "sincerity."
"Heaven cherishes life!"
"We're all trying to get by in our Sects. None of us has it easy!"
"Since you've all shown such sincerity, I'll take a step back too!"
"How about this? Forget your fifty thousand, and I'll forget my million. Let's meet in the middle. I'll take a little loss and charge you a hundred thousand spirit stones per Core Disciple!"
"And I'll throw in thirty-five inner disciples for free! None of us has it easy, so let's each give a little. Does that work?"
The message soon reached both camps.
When they saw the first sentence, their mouths twitched with anger, but the rest made them feel a little better.
Then came irrepressible joy. Every one of them grinned so widely they could hardly close their mouths.
"We bargained him down! We finally got the price down!"
"Exactly! A hundred thousand spirit stones per Core Disciple. Now that's reasonable!"
"If you divide that among all the disciples, it's less than ten thousand spirit stones each!"
"Good, good! We can work with that!"
The elders all acted as though they had stumbled upon the bargain of a lifetime, as though they had accomplished some magnificent feat.
And it made sense. After all, they had forcibly bargained an astronomical price of one million down to a hundred thousand, with thirty-five inner disciples thrown in for every Core Disciple.
That achievement alone would give them something to boast about.
"Work with that, my ass!" Envoy Zhang