"Too much?" Hong Jizi sneered, "Hou Yansheng, don't forget, making a move at the Pill Conference without permission, and the target being a friend of our Pill Conference member. If this matter spreads, your loss might be far more than four million low-grade Immortal Crystals, right?"
"Hong Jizi, you...!"
Hou Yansheng's face turned ashen, his expression unpredictable.
He looked at Zhu Fei, then back at Hong Jizi, finally gritting his teeth:
"Fine, four million it is. This time, I'll accept the fall, but you must agree that after this, neither of us will bring it up again. Otherwise, even if I stop being this Steward, I won't let you guys off!"
"Alright! Deal!"
Hong Jizi smiled and sent a message to Zhu Fei, "Brother Zhu Fei, I could only negotiate to this point for you. I hope you understand."
"Brother Hong, you're too polite. I have to thank you for this matter."
