He Loved This Way of Trading

Su Fan raised his head and looked at the Mo Race Cultivator standing before him, more than ten zhang tall. He could not help cursing inwardly.

Damn it, you're so freaking tall that I have to crane my neck just to talk to you.

Sensing Su Fan's thoughts, the other party reached out and brushed his Storage Ring, taking out several items and tossing them onto the stone platform.

Su Fan glanced at the things the other party had thrown onto the stone platform. A flash of brilliance passed through his eyes, but they quickly returned to normal.

He calmly picked up one of the items, then nodded at the other party.

The Mo cultivator flicked a finger, and a bone club from the stone platform piled high with Mo Race items flew into his hand. He then began examining it carefully.

The hollow bone club was roughly one or two zhang long and as thick as a water barrel. It looked pitch-black and utterly unremarkable.

You call this thing a bone flute?

The Mo cultivator seemed quite satisfied with the bone club and casually put it into his Storage Ring.

However, he did not take back the several Human Race items on the stone platform. Instead, he continued looking over the things at Su Fan's stall.

After thinking for a moment, Su Fan took a Storage Ring from his robes and placed it on the stone platform, then sent another thought toward the other party.

"There are some more things here. See if there's anything you need..."

The Mo Race Cultivator froze for a moment, then swept his Spiritual Sense over the Storage Ring. A look of pleasant surprise flashed across his eyes.

He reached into the Storage Ring and drew out several Mo Race items, all of them