At the Ten Nations Bazaar.
The stall owner looked at Ye Ping with a dumbfounded expression.
He had honestly expected Ye Ping to say one million middle-grade Spirit Stones or at least inferior-grade Spirit Stones.
He could also accept it.
'100 inferior-grade Spirit Stones? Young man, you're not being very ethical.'
"Exalted Immortal, that's too much of a bargain. 100 inferior-grade Spirit Stones? I don't mean anything else but 100 inferior-grade Spirit Stones is not even enough for you to touch these things."
The stall owner cried and looked at Ye Ping.
"Senior, quit joking. You're expecting to sell these lousy goods for a million Spirit Stones? I don't mean anything else but if I howl right now, do you believe that everyone will come here and scold you?"
