Suddenly, Jeming raised his hand and beckoned.
The movement was small, but every Wizard saw it.
All gazes shifted from the Hollow City to him.
"I have a method." Jeming's voice wasn't loud, but every word clearly reached everyone's ears. "But I have a condition."
The Red Flame Mage narrowed his eyes. "Speak."
"I want half of this anomaly's share."
The silence lasted only for an instant, then exploded.
"Impossible!"
"You're asking for too much!"
Several Sixth Level Wizards spoke almost at the same time, their voices weaving into a noisy backdrop in the sky.
Jeming ignored them and instead turned his gaze to the Seventh Level Wizards present.
The few Seventh Level Wizards frowned, and Jeming immediately felt several strands of Spiritual Power probing toward him, so he unhesitatingly linked his own Spiritual Power to them.
Relying on Spiritual Power to transmit information, both sides began haggling at high speed.
