I'd rather charge into battle than enter the Forbidden Prison dungeons!
This was the consensus among the cultivators of Yongle Immortal City; even if Jia Sidao didn't mention it, Wang Chen could have found out from others.
Thus, with a seductive tone, he said, "Fellow daoist, the work I, old Jia, do isn't honorable, but I never deliberately swindle people. Compared to the Trap Battalion and the Forbidden Prison Department, joining an Immortal Clan is a much better choice."
So what if you become someone's servant?
It's better than a one in ten chance of survival!
"I know of an Immortal Clan that is currently recruiting new talent; if you're willing, I can help introduce you..."
In the depths of Jia Sidao's eyes, there was a flicker of ill will.
Wang Chen listened to him finish, then took out a Spirit Stone and placed it in front of him again.
"This is your payment."
Jia Sidao's head jolted forward, completely stupefied: "You're kidding, right?"
"Why is it a Low Spirit?"