"One thousand taels of gold."
Chen Mobai had done some research in the market. The average price for a Grade 1 Low Rank Talisman was 100 taels of gold, the average for a Grade 1 mid-rank Talisman was 1,000 taels of gold, and for a Grade 1 high-rank Talisman, the average was one Spirit Stone.
So he had subconsciously called out the average price.
Only after saying it did he realize why he had not had any business before. He had not even marked the prices, leaving others to come and ask; naturally, business would not be good.
"I'll buy however many you have."
After hearing this, the woman in yellow's eyes lit up, and she pointed at the "Green Arrow Talismans" Chen Mobai had laid out on his stall.
Chen Mobai still had six, but her words made him suspicious, and he did not dare sell them all.
"I only have two left."
"Here, these are Gold Notes."
The woman in yellow took two large-denomination notes from her scented pouch. Chen Mobai hesitated for a moment, but he had already said it, and his stall was right here, so naturally he could not go back on his word.
Using his bag to conceal his movements, he took out one more, and along with the one laid out on the blanket, handed both to her.
"My name is Zhuo Ming. I'm a Talisman Master. In the future, we can exchange pointers more often."
After saying this, the woman in yellow took the two Green Arrow Talismans, packed up her own stall, shouldered her belongings, and left.
Chen Mobai was completely at a loss.
And just then, another thin young man with a long beard also walked over. He crouched down at Chen Mobai's stall and began picking through the remaining