Iry's expression was somewhat ugly. He was a few years older than these undead teenagers and had been in Deathfire Academy for a longer time. He knew very well that the mission this time was not that simple at all.
However, looking at his confident teammates, Iry knew that even if he told them the importance of the mission, they would not care too much.
Shen Yanxiao was not surprised to see Iry walking over dejectedly.
She knew that the price she offered was very high and had exceeded the value of this mission, but she did not feel any regret. She did not intend to help them in the first place. If they were willing to accept the fact that they were being squeezed dry, then she would treat it as training. If they were unwilling, it was fine. She would continue with her training.
"Sorry, they can't accept your price." Iry looked at Shen Yanxiao awkwardly.
