The number twenty thousand is a bit too outrageous.
The first reaction of the Evil King was to think he misheard, but he also hoped he hadn't.
King Jing swallowed his saliva, his voice particularly small, "Lord Mo Lin, did you just say twenty thousand evil spirits?"
"The number might be a bit more." Mo Lin nodded in response.
Mo Lin didn't count the exact number, but twenty thousand is for sure.
"It really is more than twenty thousand evil spirits." The Evil King clenched his fists excitedly.
The joy on his face was overflowing.
King Jing, standing by, also showed a look of excitement.
For them, it would be quite a significant income.
"It's just that you might have to work a bit hard." Mo Lin added once more.
Refining more than twenty thousand spirit pills would surely be exhausting.
"Working a bit hard is no problem." The Evil King immediately replied.
"No worries, we're willing to work hard, this kind of hardship can come more often." King Jing also chimed in.
