Song's uncle by marriage was surnamed Yue, Yue Buyi.
This high-tier Purple Mansion cultivator was quite interesting, with a handsome and refined appearance, impeccable manners, and the air of a lady-killer reminiscent of male protagonists from old-time romance novels.
But Wang Chen found him to be very fake.
Perhaps it was his preconceived notions, but he easily saw through Mr. Yue's sanctimonious facade and scoffed at the price the latter had quoted.
"Taoist Friend Yue, if that's the case, then there's no need for us to continue this conversation,"
Wang Chen didn't bother mincing words and said bluntly, "Five hundred thousand Low Spirit Stones. If you're willing to sell, we can sign the Taoist Contract now; if not, then forget it."
Wang Chen's resolute stance turned Yue Buyi's complexion green. After a moment of silence, he replied, "At least six hundred thousand, not one less."
As he spoke, Yue Buyi's heart was bleeding.
