Mirror Realm, Ghost Market.
Hong Xiangling, dressed in a black robe, walked silently through the Ghost Market.
From her gait and physique, there was not a single trace of femininity, instead, she resembled a tall man standing nine feet high.
After browsing for a while, she stopped in front of a stall in the corner.
The stall was filled with jade stones of various colors, differing in size, some hot to the touch, others icy cold.
"How many Spirit Stones for this one?" Hong Xiangling asked, pointing to a fist-sized piece of green jade.
"Ten-Thousand-Year Cold Pool Jade, extremely pure, three thousand Lower-grade Spirit Stones."
Hong Xiangling picked it up and felt the icy chill. A wave of Yin energy hit her, and the purity was also quite remarkable.
"Fifty, take it or leave it."
All this ten thousand, one hundred thousand years is nonsense. Aren't all stones tens of thousands of years old? It all depends on the seller's own claims.
