Seeing Elder Qin win, Yang Chen slightly bowed his hand: "Elder Qin, these twenty-seven Essence Pills are yours."
After saying this, Yang Chen handed over the storage bag containing the elixir to Elder Qin.
Elder Qin took the storage bag, carefully checked it, felt joyful in his heart, and then put on a smile, handed over the spirit stones, and said: "Yang Chen, my friend, if you have any business related to elixir in the future, feel free to contact me. I assure you that the price won't be unfair to you. If the quantity is large, it is okay to be higher than the market price. Don't worry, our Linghe Sect is not comparable to those poor ghosts."
"Bullshit, who are you calling a poor ghost?"
"Old Qin, do you want to have a fight?"
"Rude people, a bunch of rude people, our Linghe Sect is a business, who would fight with you?"
The elders of various sects were cursing each other, and they left in the blink of an eye.
