After all that, Master Ye's words could basically be summarized in two words—more money!
Han Yu smiled without saying a word, quite curious about just how much more this "appropriate amount" from Master Ye would be.
Yuan Zhigu's heart tightened. He hurriedly lifted his head and looked towards Old Mr. Yuan, "Dad, the price for Master Ye to perform the ritual is already not low, and this time he is going to use up his vital essence to resolve the Evil Qi in the house, which could damage his lifespan..."
"Do we know how much Master Ye wants?"
Elder Yuan didn't bother with his third son and turned to Ye Siming.
Ye Siming gestured a "eight" with his hands and opened his mouth wide to declare, "A fixed price, eighty million! As long as Elder Yuan gives me eighty million, I will use up my vitality right now to help you dispel this Evil Qi!"
After speaking, he closed his eyes, put his hands behind his back, and stopped talking, acting like a sage high above.