The White Crane lazily opened his squinting eyes and stood up, resting his hands on the counter in a high and mighty posture, looking down at the incoming person.
"Do you know the rules?"
"I do. It's said that one can exchange anything here, as long as an appropriate price is paid."
Jian Wuhui snorted coldly, "It's just a trace of a person, I can afford that price."
"Are you sure you can afford it,"
The White Crane chuckled softly.
At these words, the eyebrows of Jian Wuhui and the other Heavenly Sword Sect disciples furrowed, and they exchanged glances, feeling the man in front of them meant trouble.
"Does the pawnshop talk this much? Just tell me the price."
One of the Heavenly Sword Sect elders behind Jian Wuhui said indifferently, revealing his aura as a prime at the phase of crossing calamity.
Upon hearing this, the White Crane nodded slightly.
"His whereabouts are not cheap, but I advise you not to look for him."
