"Greetings, Fellow Cultivator," the middle-aged man said, clasping his fists. He then flashed a faint smile, which defused the incredibly tense ambiance.
The Bloody Overlord Demonic Dragon was slightly taken aback. Had this guy really been scared by my own domineering aura? He couldn't help but chuckle to himself.
So, he also clasped his fists in a semblance of a salute and grinned, saying, "I must admit, I'm in dire straits and have no Spirit Stones to spare."
"Even a hero can be stumped by a lack of money. I can understand your current predicament, Fellow Cultivator. How about this? I have a suggestion, if you'd be willing to hear it?" the middle-aged man said with a smile.
"I'd be glad to hear the details," the Bloody Overlord Demonic Dragon nodded.
It seems my cultivation base of Heavenly Fate Realm Level 5 has given him quite a shock, he thought. The guards of the Tianxing Commercial Firm don't want to cause trouble with me either. They're somewhat clever.
