Xue Ying chuckled: "Since Summer Wind Ancient Nation wants to monopolize this scripture and forbid me from imparting to others, my price will naturally be different."
"State it." Emperor Summer looked down calmly.
Emperor Summer, Emperor Cang, and Ancestor Fan had made preparations to get ripped of. No matter how much they paid, it would be worth it! At least this scripture would belong to the Summer Wind Ancient Nation from then on!
"Firstly, 50,000 kilograms of Chaotic Origin Sand!" Xue Ying directly declared to the three unparalleled existences.
"50,000 kilograms?"
Even though Emperor Summer and the others were prepared, they still felt their cheeks twitching from the demand, and their hearts sinking.
