As soon as Fang Xing finished speaking, four or so people up and looked towards him with excitement. These people had been standing at the back of the crowd in silent concern about what the curse might do, but now they gazed at Fang Xing in amazement at the good news someone might be able to help them.
Before the Wanluo disciples had made up their mind, suddenly another call came from close by. "I… I'll accept it!" A Spirit Stage cultivator from an unknown sect raised his hand up high before he stumbled and ran over, his face filled with excitement. As he drew closer, around five or so other Spirit Stage disciples followed along as well to circle around Fang Xing's horse carriage and loudly call out.
"I accept, I accept…."
"Isn't it just thirty percent? I am willing to sign the contract and hand over thirty percent of what I find inside to Shixiong Fang…."
