Demon Cultivation Realm
Atop a mountain peak, a middle-aged man spoke into his phone in disbelief. "Huh? What was that? Say it again."
"Master, it's true! I've stumbled upon a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!" a voice pleaded from the other end of the line. "I'm on the verge of comprehending the Nightmare Space. Everything's in place—all I need is a Spirit Stone. Just give me an Eighth-Grade Spirit Stone, and I swear I'll come back to see you as soon as I've comprehended it."
"Who do you think you're kidding? That scam is ancient," the man said nonchalantly. "Go learn a new one. Or at least tell me you're critically injured with no money for treatment. I might even have given you a Fifth-Grade Spirit Stone for that."
"Master, am I your real daughter or what? You're going to lose me if you keep this up! Opportunities like this are rare and can't be forced."
