"Daoist friend…" The seller exclaimed and clutched his chest.
"Daoist friend, the drunken immortal wine gourd is an immortal weapon. I won't sell it for less than one million spirit stones." He said.
'One million for an immortal weapon?' Shen Xu sneered, took Zhen Yuan's hand, and pretended to walk away.
Seeing this, the seller immediately panicked and ran to stop them.
"Daoist friend, let's both take a step back. Seven hundred thousand." He said, but Shen Xu shook his head.
"Seventy thousand." He countered.
"Daoist friend…" The seller called and finally sighed.
"You are my first customers for the day, and I urgently need the spirit stones. Fine then, let's agree on one hundred thousand."
After paying, Shen Xu picked the wine gourd and sent it to the space before he and Zhen Yuan left the stall.
Seeing the two leave, the seller hurriedly packed up, gave his neighbours a few spirit stones and ran to another section of the black market.
