They wore silver battle armor, elegantly and archaically styled, wielding identical divine spears. One stepped forward, glanced at Lin Qingyue and the others, and immediately knew their identities.
Then, he looked at Li Hao, somewhat surprised, and asked: "Which sect are you from?"
"Must I disclose it?" Li Hao asked.
The True Immortal raised his eyebrows, finding Li Hao's words rather presumptuous, and snorted coldly: "There's no such rule. Alright, you pay one hundred Immortal Stones, they pay ten each, and those below Holy Level are calculated at one Immortal Stone each. Pay and move along!"
With that, he waved his hand to shoo them away.
Li Hao thought he might be able to earn a few more here, but he was too lazy to argue. Earlier, having slain those three True Immortals, he gleaned twenty to thirty thousand Immortal Stones from their belongings, enough to cover the travel fee.
