Rouge Pavilion.
A crowd had gathered at the entrance, watching a man and a woman argue.
Yang Fengshan, short, chubby, and greasy, pointed at a good-looking female cultivator and shouted:
"Chen Jia, you clearly agreed to marry me, yet you suddenly demand a bride price. How can you be so untrustworthy?!"
Chen Jia snorted coldly, "Taoist Friend Yang, that's not how it is. Initially, I asked for a bride price of 300 Spirit Stones and a Spirit Vein Immortal Mansion. You pleaded poverty, and I relented, allowing you to pay 150 Spirit Stones temporarily."
"But I never said that you didn't have to pay the rest, did I? Now, seeing your struggles, I even considered dropping the Spirit Vein Immortal Mansion. Just give me another 200 Spirit Stones, and that will suffice."
