How could the old man not understand, that someone was purposefully suppressing the news of that shop so that they could swallow it all by themselves?
Of course, 30 million low-grade spirit stones was an amount that would make even late-stage Dao Kings interested, let alone a middle-stage Dao King like him.
As soon as he heard the middle-aged woman's words, a wave of suffocating killing intent erupted from the black-robed old man's body.
And yet, despite having received an answer, the grip from the huge crimson hand didn't seem to have loosened yet, as it kept choking the woman in the red dress whose face had turned completely pale by now.
It took more than a full minute until the old man finally snorted in anger, before the large crimson hand that was connected to his body suddenly disappeared, allowing the woman to breathe again.
