Chu Yi's shout obviously made the old man handling registrations very unhappy. He frowned and said gruffly:
"Do you think this place is a market? Making a fuss over a hundred thousand."
Chu Yi gulped, coughed dryly, and then said, "Well... to me, that's definitely expensive."
As he spoke, Chu Yi cursed thousands of times internally.
This registration fee has already blocked many people who want to participate in the alchemy competition from entering.
No wonder not many people come here to register. Alas, to avoid the eyes and ears of the Zhengyang Sect, spending this hundred thousand for nothing—it's really frustrating.
"If you can't afford the hundred thousand, then find someone capable to take you. If you can't earn money and don't have a good master, who else can you blame?"
Obviously, this old man looked at Chu Yi with disdain.
Chu Yi didn't respond. He silently set down his storage bag from his shoulder, took out the money while cursing.
