Even when it became clear Fang Xing was about to leave, Meng Xuanzhao still hesitated. It was obvious that he was unwilling to spend such a large sum of money.
“Wait!” the yellow-dressed female called out, slowly walking in front of Meng Xuanzhao before patting him on the shoulder. “It’s best that you decide quickly. The talisman cannot be allowed to get into the hands of the sect; not even your uncle would be able to protect you.”
Meng Xuanzhao clenched his teeth before replying a short moment later, “But I… I don’t have that many Spirit Stones right now!”
The dark-faced man also walked up beside him. “I know you don’t, and it’s not a small amount of Spirit Stones even for us. Why don’t you have a talk with him? Whatever happens, the talisman must be dealt with as soon as possible.”
