Unfortunately, Yellow Beard refused to yield an inch this time. Ji Jue had to put in a great deal of effort before prying another half portion of the Horde's Original Blood out of his mouth.
It felt like he could still slash the price once more.
But Yellow Beard's Flame Shaped Sword creaked in his grip, and his expression grew increasingly ugly.
He feared that if the price got cut any further, that blade would land on his own dog head first.
As for Old Tang, his transformation skill apparently depended on luck as well and could not be used reliably, so they had no choice but to drop the matter.
No, this still felt like a huge loss!
But the negotiations were over, and the deal had been set.
It was time to divide up the materials...
Only after they came to their senses did they realize that the Chosen Ones from Wild Bazaar who had gathered around to watch the excitement had, at some point, collectively moved farther away.
"Hm, what's wrong?"
Ji Jue held Pan Ying and looked around in puzzlement.
"N-No, nothing." Gold Hair Boy wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. "Brother Ji, please continue. Continue!"
In the silence, everyone unconsciously edged farther back once again.
They could no longer even be bothered to watch the spectacle. The looks they gave this place were incomparably complicated—shock, stupefaction, and even a certain degree of wariness and reverence.
Terrifying.
Artisans were fucking terrifying.
Big brother, just how many ways were you planning to exploit one fish?!
It was not enough to grind an opponent's bones to ash after they died—you had to squeeze out every last drop of oil and residual value while they were alive too. After eating from east and lodging in west, you somehow