"Hey, my Evil-Distinguishing Herb!"
The stallholder turned around and dove back, lying on the broken herbs and wailing to the heavens:
"My herbs, oh my herbs! The herbs I risked my life for from the Immortal traces! Compensation! You must compensate!"
"Compensation?"
Wang Qizheng said angrily, "You conned my senior brother, and we haven't even settled that score yet. Selling a mere first-layer mana as a Magical Treasure?!"
"How did I con you? This is the Evil-Distinguishing Herb. You've now crushed my treasure, and its spiritual energy has dispersed. You say it isn't, just like that?"
The stallholder snorted and said, "With the Ascension Ceremony approaching and so many fellow cultivators watching, if you don't compensate, I won't let this rest!"
"Damn it, are you trying to scam me?" In his anger, Wang Qizheng felt even more that this was absurd.
He was being scammed?!
He had always scammed others, but today something had gone wrong, and he was the one being scammed!
