“Brother, I’ve seen it. It’s that bastard seer. The price is too high. The Warrior Monk offered 300,000 a year, the ordinary warrior instructor offered 200,000 a year, and the Titan instructor offered 400,000... where did that guy get so much money?”
Outside the double selection meeting, a young man with an obvious thunder warrior bloodline was reporting the situation inside the double selection meeting to Ryan.
Burton had entered the corridor of the war zone, which was separated from seer and the others. Naturally, Ryan could not see the situation on Seer’s side, so he could only ask the juniors of his own family to help take a look.
Faced with the intelligence brought out by his cousin, Ryan’s face was extremely gloomy.
The other party obviously had money. Not to mention the other party’s high-quality energy ore, just the 50 billion scholarship that Konistan had promised just now was enough to make him spend money like water.
