Wang Zijia glanced at Ji Chao, a look of surprise in his eyes, yet he didn't say much else. He flipped open a page in the book he was holding where there was a depiction of an altar. "Fine, when you are about to make a breakthrough, use this altar for the ritual, someone will deliver the spiritual objects to you," he said.
Ji Chao received the page and saw a blood-red array inscribed on it. At least there wasn't anything like a bone altar, the artistic style was still largely orthodox.
His lips moved subtly, but eventually, he didn't ask why they couldn't directly trade spiritual objects. "Disciple has understood! Then, when should I give the magic money to Martial Uncle?" he asked instead.
"If you trust me, consider it as part of this deal's payment. If not, you can give it when you need something!" Wang Zijia replied.
"If disciple didn't have faith in you, Martial Uncle, I wouldn't be seeking a source of spiritual objects from you," Ji Chao replied perfectly.
