"Thirty-six thousand pieces!"
Just as Huo Zhenying thought the bottle of Royal Grade Gathering Yuan Pill had belonged to him, unexpectedly, someone else intruded halfway.
Huo Zhenying raised his eyebrows and looked toward the source of the voice, only to see an elderly man in a purple robe smiling at him, his smile containing obvious provocation.
"Han Dongweng, is it you?"
Upon seeing the purple-robed elder, Huo Zhenying's pupils slightly contracted, and he said in a low voice with a heavy face, "Are you doing this on purpose?"
The elder named Han Dongweng put away his smile and said seriously, "Huo Zhenying, what do you mean? How am I doing it on purpose? You want to buy the Royal Grade Spirit Pill for your disciple, right? I have the same thought as you! So, is that not allowed?"
Saying that, he patted a young strong man sitting beside him.
