"What's the rush? Who said I can't afford it?" Yuezheng Huanjia choked out.
She directly took out ten top-grade Spirit Stones and threw them on the stall, smirking sarcastically at Lu Xingyan, "If you're broke, don't try to compete with me for things."
"Crazy," Lu Xingyan retorted coldly, moving to another stall to select medicinal herbs.
Most of the black market consisted of Spirit Level medicinal herbs; if one wanted Immortal Grade, they had to attend an auction.
Lu Xingyan casually picked out a dozen or so, and the stall owner cheerfully quoted a price of eight hundred high-quality Spirit Stones.
Just as Lu Xingyan was about to pay, Yuezheng Huanjia beat her to it.
She still threw out eight top-grade Spirit Stones, "I'll take these."
"These are the medicinal herbs I selected," Lu Xingyan laughed in frustration but still emphasized firmly.
