They did not dare ask further questions. After thanking him again, they respectfully withdrew.
Besides those powerful Soul Masters, several merchants who had survived by sheer luck and possessed considerable wealth also came over, emboldened by immense profit. Their words were earnest, even flattering, as they tried to buy the Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone from Tang Lan at a high price.
"Lord Tang Yun, this humble one is willing to offer three million Gold Soul Coins—no, five million! To purchase the soul bone you obtained. What do you think...?"
"My lord, my chamber of commerce operates across three nations. Apart from Gold Soul Coins, you may freely select any treasures from our treasury..."
"My lord, as long as you are willing to part with it, name any condition you wish..."
Faced with these tempting offers and promises, Tang Lan merely swept his gaze over them, then shook his head and rejected them simply and directly.
"Not for sale."
Tang Lan's calm yet unquestionable refusal was like a bucket of cold water, extinguishing the last traces of hope and greed in those merchants' hearts.
They withdrew awkwardly, no longer daring to spare even a glance at the young man seated beside the carriage with his eyes closed in meditation, as though looking at him once more would be an offense.
The result of this battle quickly spread through the battered merchant caravan as though it had grown wings. Although most people had not witnessed the instant Tang Lan drew his blade, the massive corpse of the Silver Armored Ape that had crashed to the ground, along with Tan Yuan, Yu Sen, and the other normally lofty Soul Douluo and Soul Saint powerhouses—
all dragging their wounded bodies over to thank him with reverence, even humility, silently confirmed that unbelievable fact—this