Su Shuolei's expression stalled, disbelief washing over his face as he looked at Chen Fan.
Having enjoyed idling away his time since he was young, he held a lower status in the Su Family than Su Qingyan, and ten billion was nearly his entire fortune.
"Chen Fan, you..." Su Shuolei's face was full of hesitation.
Chen Fan spoke indifferently, "This is the price you must pay."
Su Shuolei immediately understood what Chen Fan meant and slapped himself twice.
If he had known this earlier, he would not have underestimated Chen Fan because of Zheng Kaiyuan.
"Fine, I agree with you, ten billion!" Su Shuolei made his decision through gritted teeth.
A smile appeared on Chen Fan's face as he walked towards the arena.
Since becoming a cultivator, his temperament had no longer been as weak as it had once been. Su Shuolei's behavior had enraged him, and his willingness to help was also out of consideration for Su Qingyan's part.
A demand for ten billion was already a friendly price.
