"I waited for several days before a First-grade Formation Master was willing to accept the task."
"And, our share of the Merit Points isn't much..."
The man, unable to help it, said, "Indeed, just over a hundred points..."
For Second Rank Formation Masters, earning those points was just a matter of drawing a few formations, without going out, without running about, and even more so, without taking any risks...
"It's just not known if this person is reliable..."
"First Grade... I guess it's hardly reliable..."
"Let's just make do, as things stand now, there's no choice left..."
"Then let's wait," the man in a golden-red Taoist robe sighed, then looking up at the sky, added,
"The hour is getting late, I wonder when that Formation Master will arrive..."
"I'm here!"
A crisp voice suddenly sounded.
All three turned in surprise to look to the side and saw a young cultivator, with a frown on his small face, displeased, saying,
"I've been here for a while!"
