"Rare goods fetch high prices, yet you're selling them so expensively even though you have so many!" Yun Jin said.
"But there are only so many on the entire Continent. Isn't that considered scarce?"
Dugu Qianye watched the two with pained expressions on their faces, delightedly holding the card in her hand while comforting Dudu, who was pouting inside the Refining Demon Pot.
"Master is so mean, selling all the liquor I brewed."
"Dudu, we may have run out of liquor, but we can always make more. After all, we have countless Spirit Fruits inside the Refining Demon Pot, but we can't just make money appear out of thin air. You see, with so many of us to support, don't we need a lot of money?"
"It seems so. Then I'll brew more liquor, and when we're out of money, we can just sell it."
Dugu Qianye was speechless watching the little figure busily picking Spirit Fruits from the mountainside. She really wanted to tell him that there weren't always fat sheep to be slaughtered.
