Just this unconventional business model was enough to leave people baffled. But the most shocking thing was the prices marked on the signs beside each display case.
The medicinal ingredients came in different grades, and each grade had a different price. The gap between them wasn't very large, but even the lowest-grade ingredients cost more than three times as much as before.
Take a single He Ye Fruit, for example. It used to take about ten to fifteen of them to equal one Origin Pill. But at Guanglong Hall, even the lowest-grade He Ye Fruit was priced at half an Origin Pill.
"What is this supposed to be? What are they up to, stirring up trouble? Have all the people from Xuanqing Sect died off? Can't they send anyone else?"
Zuo Feng shouted in exasperation, his eyes fixed on Lei Qianxiao and Wang Qijue nearby. A wave of disgust welled up inside him.
It seemed that lately, whenever the three of them got together, nothing good ever came of it.
Gradually, Zuo Feng was nearly convinced that their constant gatherings were the reason nothing good happened.
A string of bad luck was often enough to make even the most materialistic person start doubting fate, let alone cultivators who sought immortality and the Dao.
Lei Qianxiao said, "Forget it. Let him do whatever he wants. I'm not going to oppose a fool again, and I won't let him drag me down to his level. By the way, Brother Wang, have you found out what kind of background that Xu fellow has? How has he managed to stir up such a storm and still not gone under?"
Wang Qijue shook his head. His face, dark as an iron pot, reflected his feelings all too well.
He was even starting to agree with