In the marketplace.
"Eighty thousand."
Looking at the new, eye-catching figure below the Grand Creation Sacred Body, Pang Jian's face twitched.
"You really have no shame!"
Han Ting couldn't stand it any longer, anger flashing in her almond eyes as she couldn't help but scornfully retort in a cold voice.
The shifty-eyed stall owner was neither a famous Individual Cultivator like Lian Feng, nor did he wear the robes of any of the five great Sects.
Han Ting felt that this man's cultivation level was only slightly higher than her own, which is why she dared to mock him, "You're clearly jacking up the price on the spot!"
"Haha!"
The man shamelessly laughed, not angry in the slightest, and nodded, "You're right, I am jacking up the price. All our items can be re-priced at will before they're sold. Little brother here is loaded, a mere eighty thousand Spirit Stones are but a drop in the ocean for him, so there's no need for you, girl, to feel pained on his behalf."
