"Five million Spirit Stones. Low-grade, of course."
"That expensive?" The old man still frowned. "This thing is highly poisonous, and there's only one pill."
"Hmph." A trace of displeasure flashed across the middle-aged beauty's face. "The price I've offered is already quite fair. No matter what, this is still a sacred medicine with a chance of breaking through a bottleneck. Does Senior think it's some cabbage by the roadside? If you find it too expensive, then don't buy it. I certainly won't force you."
"When did this old man say he didn't want it? Count them."
After being spoken to like that, the old man's face became a little hard to maintain. In truth, this price really was not expensive; it was just that everyone had their own temperament, and he had always been used to being stingy. He had not expected the other party to leave him no face at all. Although the middle-aged beauty's cultivation was lower than his, when he thought of the backing behind this shop, he absolutely did not dare act recklessly.
This was what one called bringing humiliation upon oneself. The middle-aged beauty took the Storage Bag and swept it with her divine sense. "Many thanks, Senior. The amount is correct. Would the several Fellow Daoists like to buy anything else?"
Originally, she had merely said it in passing, but Lin Xuan unexpectedly spoke up. "Is there only this one Moro Pill?"
"That's right, only one." The beautiful woman answered firmly, though inwardly she felt somewhat surprised. The other party was only in the Nascent Soul Realm; what meaning was there in asking about this pill?
Lin Xuan naturally would not explain. Instead, he continued on his own. "Do you have the pill formula? I am willing to purchase it at a high price."