"Okay." The two old men obediently shut their mouths and stopped talking.
According to the location marked on the map, Leng Ruoxue and the others found the Mystic Association smoothly. They opened the door and walked in.
Leng Ruoxue walked directly to the front desk and said to the receptionist inside, "I want to convert spiritual power."
The receptionist, who was fiddling with her nails, looked up and asked arrogantly, "Are all of you going to convert your spiritual power?"
"No, only the five of us want to convert," Leng Ruoxue said lightly. Leng Ruoxue and the others didn't hide their strength because the minimum requirement for spiritual power conversion was to be a Spiritual Deity.
"One hundred purple gold coins per person," the receptionist said and then lowered her head to repair her nails.
"What? A hundred purple gold coins? Are you robbing us?" Old Zao couldn't help exclaiming.
