"One million upper-grade Elemental Stones!"
That little girl was truly blunt!
A broken clay doll, and she dared to ask for a million!
Ling Feng felt a wave of darkness across his forehead, was she taking him for a big fool?
Just as Ling Feng was about to open his mouth to rebut, his eyes suddenly swept over the girl's street stall and found a peculiar stone.
Neither round nor square, with some odd pits and marks that seemed intentionally polished, but it looked like someone gave up on smoothing it entirely.
Thus, the stone resembled a roadside pebble, totally worthless.
But there seemed to be something unique about this stone, which is why it was left here as if it were an item for sale.
Firstly, this girl was famous; known as an expert scam artist, and almost ninety percent of the things on her stall were fake, so hardly anyone bothered to take a look.
