He had hoped to fleece a newcomer, but apparently Zhou Ming wasn’t as naïve as he looked.
“Fine, ten thousand it is—call it drink money.”
Even a mosquito’s leg was still meat; a few words for ten thousand Alliance Coins wasn’t bad for an unexpected gain.
He then explained everything about the camp and the ruins.
After getting the information he wanted, Zhou Ming left the tent, leaving ten thousand Alliance Coins behind.
In the wilderness, card payments weren’t possible.
Most of this cash came from Hu Peng and the others—though not much, it was enough to cover the information fee.
“Good thing I didn’t give up halfway, or I would’ve missed this valuable opportunity!”
Walking out of the tent, Zhou Ming looked at the bustling crowd, his face showing satisfaction and a hint of relief—thankful he hadn’t made the wrong choice.
Now that he knew the details, Zhou Ming realized that his chance had arrived.
All he had to do now was wait for tomorrow and join the major factions in clearing out the beast hordes to earn his qualification to enter the ruins.
Finding a place that catered to lone wanderers and offered lodging, Zhou Ming paid more than the usual rate and got himself a temporary tent.
Having no intention to wander further, Zhou Ming stayed inside and quietly waited for the time to come.
At dawn the next day, he woke to a chorus of noise.
Still dressed, he checked his Firearms before heading toward the other side of the valley.
He wasn’t the only one—crowds filled the camp roads like a colony of moving ants.
Exiting the valley mouth, an open plain stretched ahead, packed with countless Beast Tamers and hunters—a sea of people.
Groups from different factions clustered together, while the lone wanderers like him scattered along the edges.
“Caw—!”
A sharp cry pierced the sky as a Gold-crowned Black-feathered Eagle, with a wingspan over ten meters, appeared above the crowd.
The moment the high-tier Phantasmal Beast appeared, the chatter below immediately ceased.
“Everyone, I am Zhang Yunfeng, representing all factions, here to make the rules clear in advance.”
A figure stood atop the eagle’s head, skipping formalities and going straight to the point.
His voice wasn’t loud, yet everyone present could hear him clearly—it was obvious he was using a special method.
Zhou Ming looked up at the man.
From the information he’d gathered, he knew this was the Third Elder of the Zhang Family of Yunhai, a High-rank Phantasmal Tamer who controlled wind-element energy particles.