Zhang Xuanhe edged closer to Lu Qingshan, his face brimming with eagerness. "Don't worry. As long as I earn spirit stones, you'll get your fair share of the benefits!"
Joy immediately stirred in Lu Qingshan's heart.
Sure enough.
Money could make even ghosts turn the mill.
He had chosen exactly the right move!
It was just a shame about those pills worth over twenty million spirit stones. The thought still made his heart ache.
But that was all right.
Chun Xiaobai was paying newcomers a full billion. Since he was responsible for bringing people onto the team, taking half as a referral fee to compensate for his twenty-million loss wasn't unreasonable, was it?
Lu Qingshan was, after all, an old hand who had lived for over a thousand years. He was blooming with delight inside, but not a trace of it showed on his face.
Holding his teacup, he knitted his brows and deliberately put on a troubled expression.
"Well..."
"Junior Brother!" Seeing him hesitate, Zhang Xuanhe hastily threw an arm around his shoulders.
"Don't you trust your senior brother?"
"Back when you were out gaining experience beyond the sect, if I hadn't risked grievous injury to drive off those bandit cultivators trying to steal the treasures, you would've been in real danger!"
It would have been better not to bring that up.
The moment he did, Lu Qingshan's anger flared.
Zhang Xuanhe had indeed risked grievous injury to help him drive off those bandit cultivators.
But when they divided the treasures afterward, the old bastard had demanded ninety-nine percent, leaving him nothing but scraps.
Lu Qingshan had been so furious that he hadn't slept for three days and nights!
In that case...
Smack!
Lu Qingshan slapped his thigh, as though he had finally made up his mind.
"All right,