This Dong Min was not the type to scorn wealth.
And it seemed the young master he served had yet to reach the point of spending money like water.
After a long discussion, the two finally settled on a price.
While they were at it, Bai Mo asked some questions about the Celestial Barrier Mountain range.
Dong Min only said, "The sect's elders and some disciples have already crossed the Celestial Barrier Mountain range and are trying to establish a foothold over there."
"My young master didn't make it. After being attacked by a Demon Beast, he was sent back with the other heavily injured disciples."
"How many disciples were injured and sent back?" Bai Mo asked.
"I heard there were sixty or seventy..."
Dong Min shook his head.
Bai Mo sucked in a sharp breath.
'The sect gathered fewer than three hundred people for this expedition, and already so many are wounded?'
Dong Min changed the subject, cupping his hands in a fist as he asked:
