Sold!
That single word said it all.
Inside the High-Level Storage Bag were, in fact, one hundred million Eighth-grade Spirit Stones.
Guan Zhongze transferred the Spirit Stones from the High-Level Storage Bag into his own Storage Space, then tossed the bag back to Jiang Jichen.
And just like that, a transaction worth one hundred million Eighth-grade Spirit Stones was complete.
The object of the sale was nothing more than a rock that looked utterly ordinary.
Everyone thought it wasn't worth it—not at all.
"What a moneybags! Where did this kid come from? Tossing around a hundred million like it's nothing... that's terrifying!"
"Moneybags my ass! He's just a rich idiot, spending a hundred million Eighth-grade Spirit Stones on a worthless rock."
"Yeah, that con man of a stall owner, Guan Zhongze, really hit the jackpot this time!"
"Sigh, this sucks. Why doesn't something this good ever happen at my stall? Why doesn't some dumbass whale come and buy my stuff?"
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