He has the path of Magnetic Field Taoism right in front of him, yet refuses to study such 'spiritual' Daoist Skills—a basket case! Not learning! Not learning!
"Do... do you realize what you are missing out on?" When Li Shiran heard Yi Chen's words, her eyes widened in shock, as if she had heard something utterly unbelievable.
"Yi Chen does not seek immortality, only to live unrestrained. Two hundred Red Jade Coins for this matter in Yang City; I will certainly do my best, fighting a fierce battle with the villains of the Ghost Worship Sect. How about that, Fairy Shiran?"
Unwilling to waste more words with the woman in white before him, considering the Ghost Worship Sect's extermination of his former sect, Yi Chen straightforwardly stated his minimum price.
"Two hundred Red Coins? You really dare to ask for such a price!" Seeing the mercenary expression on Yi Chen's face, a flash of thin anger passed over Li Shiran's face, which then quickly turned to a sense of letting go.
