Black Yin Monarch King
The middle-aged man's expression changed.
He was a mighty cultivator at the Eighth Level of the Deity Transformation Realm. For him to apologize to Jiang Chen, a mere cultivator at the Fifth Level of the Deity Transformation Realm, was already giving Jiang Chen considerable face.
Now Jiang Chen actually wanted to push his luck.
However, there were guards from the merchant guild nearby. At present, the guards were clearly on Jiang Chen's side—after all, the middle-aged man was the one who had made the mistake.
"There's a Profound-grade First-tier spirit medicine here, a Red God Grass. I'll give it to you. Please forgive me." The middle-aged man lowered his voice as he took out a jade box. After opening it, he revealed a spirit medicine inside.
Red God Grass was also one of the more precious spirit medicines.
The middle-aged man thought, This should be enough, right?
"Red God Grass is worth only around two hundred and fifty thousand spirit crystals. You think you can brush me off with this spirit medicine? What do you take me for?" Jiang Chen sneered.
"Don't push it too far! This is the greatest sincerity I can offer. What more do you want?" the middle-aged man roared.
I'm a mighty cultivator at the Eighth Level of the Deity Transformation Realm. The fact that I'm being this polite to you is already giving you considerable face.
How dare you be so shameless after I've given you face? If the merchant guild's guards weren't backing you, I would have killed you with a single palm outside.
The middle-aged man cursed inwardly.
For him to yield to someone whose cultivation was inferior to his was already extremely rare. He had even taken out a spirit medicine, yet Jiang Chen actually refused to appreciate