Though the old wood was covered in moss, Lin Dong was able to see faint traces of some indistinct Mystical Symbols. Only then did he realize that these Mystical Symbols were probably the reason why his Mental Energy had vibrated.
Lin Dong’s eyes only lingered for a moment on the old wood before he hastily withdrew his gaze. He pointed at the Grade 4 Green Wood Rhizome Elixir as he looked at the person dressed in black behind the counter and asked: “How much?”
At these words, the person in black, who was also wearing a straw hat, lifted the end of the hat slightly as his toneless voice replied: “One hundred Yang Yuan Stones.”
“Isn’t that slightly too much?” Lin Dong raised his eyebrow and retorted.
In response, the person in black spread out his hands, refusing to speak another word. That direct and efficient action caused Lin Dong to be somewhat speechless. Did the merchants down here all have such great personalities?
