Xing Daorong Asks For Battle 1

In the depths of the Class C Secret Realm Management Center of the Hundred Schools.

Wu Wei looked at the extra ten thousand spirit stones on his student's note and couldn't stop smiling.

The old man beside him was also dumbfounded.

This was the first time he had seen such an operation.

It was Wu Wei who wanted to spend money to hire people to clear the mythical realm. In the end, not only did he not have to spend a single cent, but he also earned more than 10,000 yuan.

That's not right either!

The old man quickly discovered his blind spot. Wu Wei didn't seem to have earned that much.

Although he had more than 10,000 spirit stones on hand now, he would have to pay him 15 Level 5 perfect-grade talismans and 5000 spirit stones when he cleared the level.

No matter how he looked at it, Wu Wei didn't look like he had made any money. He might even have lost a lot, but why did Wu Wei look like he had struck it rich?