Although Formation Masters draw identical talisman inscriptions, the traces of the inscribing process can differ.
Lin Chen was certain that the Second-grade Strength Talisman was indeed drawn by him.
The price he had sold it to the Wanxing Commerce Association was three thousand lower-grade spirit stones each.
Yet at this very moment, it was auctioned off for thirty thousand lower-grade spirit stones each.
Damn profiteers!
Lin Chen complained inwardly.
"What's the matter, little brother Lin Chen? You seem to have a bit of resentment in your eyes,"
Yu Weilian said as she noticed Lin Chen's pained expression, finding it rather amusing. She covered her mouth and chuckled, her laughter tinkling like silver bells.
"What are you talking about, Chairman Yu? When I traded with you, it was a fair exchange of goods for money. Whatever price you can sell it at is your own skill, and I wouldn't dare to complain,"
