In fact, no one was a fool when Huang Xiaolong asked about the value of his medicinal pill compared with Young Master Chang's three sword techniques, which was higher and which was lower, better or worse…
Everyone in the room had clearly heard every word previously said by Mr. Dongfang.
Altogether, including installments, Mr. Dongfang had agreed to pay four hundred top-grade spirit stones for Huang Xiaolong's medicinal pill, along with some additional generous terms.
Meanwhile, Young Master Chang's three sword techniques had long been appraised at one hundred top-grade spirit stones.
The comparison was immediately clear!
Before Mr. Dongfang had even spoken, Young Master Chang's face turned extremely ugly, his corners of the mouth twitching, and his eyes filled with bloodshot veins.
