He Qing said coldly, "Regardless of whether the Dao Stone is with us, I remember the transaction price for a Dao Stone at the Divine Feather Commercial Tower is three hundred zhang. Daoist Cai, spending fifty zhang of earth to buy a Dao Stone, isn't that a bit of a daydream?"
"Hahaha! You bought it for three hundred zhang, I spend fifty zhang, and the remaining two hundred fifty zhang count as a favor—"
Cai Kun lazily fiddled with his long hair and asked with a meaningful look, "Do you all think that the favor of Cai Kun is not worth this price?"
"Eh? Your favor is worth two hundred fifty?"
Xiang Beifei couldn't help but mumble on the side.
His voice wasn't loud, but it reached Cai Kun's ear clearly.
Cai Kun squinted his eyes, and no one had ever dared to be so rude to him. This had already stirred his intent to kill!
"What kind of thing are you to dare speak in front of me?"
