Robbing and Killing

The gray-clothed girl did not know how to respond, so she gently tapped the stone-turtle creation beneath her feet and whispered,

"Uncle Turtle, what should we do? They don't know that, in truth, Grandpa and I make no profit at all. Ten drops of Four-Fruit Primordial Spirit Marrow can only be crafted into a single stick of Binding Incense! If we sell them dirt-cheap this year, we won't be able to make this many sticks next year..."

The enormous stone turtle shook its head, remaining silent.

It was merely a creation—an overly ancient creation—so how could it possibly make decisions for the gray-clothed girl?

Besides, the young mistress always had to grow up...

Hesitating for a moment, this Miss Shi said somewhat timidly, "Nine drops of the Four-Fruit, four drops of the Five-Fruit, and two drops of the Six-Fruit Primordial Spirit Marrow, and we'll sell a single stick of Binding Incense!"

This was her first time venturing out alone to hawk Binding Incense by the Mother River. Caught up in the crowd's joint coercion, her mind had descended into chaos, and she had begun lowering her prices.

Hearing this, those wandering Dao Lords' eyes lit up slightly. They grew even more relaxed and casual, in no hurry whatsoever to buy the incense.

"Miss Shi, it's still too expensive. Lower it some more!"

"That's right! The gains from drawing upon a stick of Binding Incense aren't nearly as great as you imagine, Miss Shi!"

"Yesterday the Mother River suffered a great disaster, and our Dao foundations are severely damaged. Have pity on us, Miss Shi! Everyone agrees that perhaps five drops of Four-Fruit Primordial Spirit Marrow in exchange for a single stick of Binding Incense would be much more reasonable..."

With leisure and composure, not a single person made a move