"Hehe, little brother, you want to exchange our eight camels for just five grams of Transcendent Fine Gold? That's quite far-fetched."
The eldest Barbarian Warrior crossed his arms over his chest, looking down on the young man who seemed like a weakling in his eyes, with an obvious threat in his gaze.
"If not camels, then give 45,000 kilograms of food - to be delivered on the spot."
With the support of his Little Master, Mo Canglan gripped the white jade box containing the Transcendent Fine Gold tightly, standing tall and straight.
"We have no food, and you're leaving the Transcendent Fine Gold behind too."
Another Barbarian Warrior rubbed his fists together, a blatant threat.
"Is this how the Barbarian Tribe does business? Where is the credibility?"
Mo Canglan's face changed slightly, subconsciously retreating two steps while hugging the box.
"We were sincere in doing business, and it is you who gave us a low price."
