After the transaction of five thousand rules was completed, Zhao Chen stopped selling. Mu Rufeng upped the ante, saying, "Won't sell for one million, will you sell for two million? Not for two million either, then how about five million?"
There must be a price that can move Zhao Chen.
After all, Mu Rufeng has a world of leeks to reap; the last thing he lacks now is Soul Power.
However, if that's the case, Mu Rufeng has to be a bit more proactive in harvesting Soul Power.
Whenever he has free time, he has to go harvest, and whenever those people recover, he must go harvest.
"Mr. Mu, the transaction has been completed, and I need to attend to some matters. Feel free to do as you please, but as I mentioned before, for the first three times, if you wager your lifespan, it's a guaranteed win. Of course, it's best not to stake more than a third of your own lifespan."
Zhao Chen reminded.
"Alright, I understand." Mu Rufeng nodded slightly, responding.
