"I'm telling you, this business is doable!"
"You see that old black head? Why did he recently have Spirit Stones to consume Spirit Pills and even married a woman from a prestigious family that was beyond his reach before?"
"Isn't it because he took a job here and completed it, earning the reward?"
"Don't be scared off by places haunted by Evil Spirits, we're not going to those Blood Sacrifice grounds, we're just skirting the edges, helping owners find their lost items."
"The mortality rate isn't high!"
"At most, you get infected by Evil Qi, which is harmful to your path."
"But let's be honest with ourselves, if we don't earn Spirit Stones, do we even have a path to speak of?"
In the teahouse, a middle-aged Cultivator, acting as the reward intermediary, spoke eloquently and convincingly.
Several Loose Cultivators sitting in the teahouse were indeed persuaded, showing expressions of being tempted.
