Nine people and a ghost, all staring at the old man in front of them who seemed immortal, yet had an air of sleaziness about him.
"Don't look at me like that, the school has to eat too. Paying tuition isn't unreasonable, is it?"
The old man asked cautiously. Nian Shutong was the first to respond, saying: "Alright, how much?"
"Five mid-grade crystal stones."
The old man raised one palm, then added tentatively: "Per person."
"Alright."
The seven people led by Nian Shutong had no objections.
The other three people hadn't noticed anything wrong with the school so far, and they actually seemed a bit excited.
The old man collected the money, a total of fifty mid-grade crystal stones, finally able to afford a meal of meat.
"This way, follow me."
The little old man led the way, and the ten people followed him through a tall archway, entering inside.
