Mo Huasong nodded and said, "Twenty can be done, at what price?"
"Ah, wasn't it previously four hundred thousand spirit stones?" The village chief exclaimed in shock.
Mo Huasong shook his head and said, "The Little White Sword has made its name already, and just yesterday, we received information that many people have need of it. If we hadn't traded in the past, I wouldn't come looking for you; they're all offering a high price."
The village chief's face changed. He feared this kind of situation, hence he didn't dare tell others that it was Master Batian who came that day, only saying that it was a big boss.
Unexpectedly, by keeping this a secret, the death toll had increased.
Those people presumed that Mo Batian carried immense wealth and intended to target him.
But would he be that easily bullied without having formidable strength?
Seeing that the situation was difficult to handle, the village chief gritted his teeth and asked, "Master Batian, how much do you want?"
