"Hehehe... Koger, my old friend? What a rare guest! By my count, it's been a few thousand years since I last heard your voice, hasn't it? So, you've finally decided to reach out to me?" The will issued a series of laughter, carrying with it a composure of one long accustomed to authority.
Koger, suppressing the heartache caused by the rapid depletion of the Thousand Soul Golden Crystal, struggled to keep his mental fluctuations steady: "Light Chaser, it's not that I didn't want to make contact, it's just that the cost of trading with you... is too heavy. My meager possessions can't withstand such frequent squandering."
"Hahaha!" The will of the Light Chaser laughed heartily, "Costs and rewards are always proportional, my friend! You are too cautious!"
