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"Master Sun, Duan Xingye didn't die from the fall; he's still hopping around alive and well. You still expect me to pay you? You're dreaming!" Xu Li crossed her arms and bellowed furiously at the gloomy middle-aged man in front of her.
The news that Duan Xingye had mysteriously jumped from the rooftop unscathed spread throughout Haicheng's upper society.
These past few days, she had been restless, fearing that the trouble would come knocking at her door, and now, Master Sun actually had the audacity to come demanding money.
Master Sun retorted harshly, "It's the rule of our profession; successful or not, you have to pay. Someone broke my formation, causing me severe spiritual damage. How am I to acquire Spiritual Medicine without money?"
Sun Dayong was a spendthrift. The considerable amount of money he had previously earned from Xu Li was quickly squandered.