Glancing at Little Fatty, Duan Lingtian said irritably, "You dead fatty, do you think inscriptions grow on trees, to be made just whenever you want? I haven't even asked you for money yet! Do you have any idea how much the materials alone for just this one 'Thunderfire Inscription' are worth? More than thirty taels of silver!"
Inscriptions were, after all, money pits.
And an inscription like the Thunderfire Inscription was merely a low-grade one.
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