"Those disciples are all scraping by. Saving up a few spirit stones isn't easy. We can offer more entry tickets and make our money through small margins and high volume. Raising prices would be bullying them a bit."
Fang Yuan had followed Chun Xiaobai for so long.
At first, he, too, had thought Chun Xiaobai was nothing more than a bandit who couldn't be seen in respectable company.
But during their trip to the Mountain of Ten Thousand Spirits.
He had discovered that every one of them had blood on their hands except Chun Xiaobai. Not only that, many of their weaker fellow disciples had survived because of him.
After all, in every previous trial of that bloody sort, fewer than half the participants from any faction had returned alive.
Yet that time, 99 percent of the million trial disciples had survived.
That had shattered every historical record, and people in the sect were still discussing it!
It was from that moment onward that Fang Yuan finally understood.
His Great King was no disreputable outlaw at all, even though he walked the path of banditry.
He had actually always upheld his own methods, practicing the most primitive-and fairest-law of the jungle in the Cultivation World!
Taking hostages during the trial.
That was because those were the trial's rules. If you didn't kidnap others, they would not only kidnap you, but take your life as well!
"Great King, your righteousness truly reaches the clouds! I admire you! I truly admire you!"
Bai Yutang reacted swiftly, hastily clasping his hands and bowing, his flattery stinking to high heaven.
"Enough, enough." Chun Xiaobai glanced at him.
This fellow needs a good knocking into shape.
Although he was a rare talent, his thinking had long since been tainted by the Cultivation World's filthy rules.