Chen Yan felt not the slightest ripple of emotion.
He merely pieced together as many clues about this world as he could from what Zhou Yan had just said.
The tall, thin young man before him claimed to hail from a cultivation sect called Glazed Mountain.
As for the four young people beside him, dressed in the same Daoist robes, he could be almost certain they belonged to the same sect.
"You want this deer?"
Chen Yan raised his hand slightly and gently patted the neck of the spirit deer he was riding.
"That's right."
Zhou Yan replied:
"Of course, we're also willing to offer a certain amount of spirit stones as compensation."
"Oh?"
Chen Yan's reaction left much to ponder.
To Zhou Yan and the others, his response seemed to mean he was waiting for their offer.
If they could name a reasonably satisfactory price, this handsome cultivator in plain white Daoist robes, whose name was Chen Yan, might be willing to part with the White Creek Deer.
"Two hundred superior spirit stones. What do you think, fellow Daoist?"
Zhou Yan made a tentative offer.
Chen Yan said nothing.
The White Creek Deer's ears twitched twice.
Seeing this, Zhou Yan cast a meaningful glance toward the female cultivator who looked to be in her early twenties, with gentle features and a dignified bearing.
There was nothing more Zhou Yan could do.
With his own financial resources, two hundred superior spirit stones were the most he could afford.
In truth, two hundred superior spirit stones were already an enormous sum for a Martial Spring Realm cultivator.
But among these fellow disciples, the gentle-looking female cultivator had the fullest purse.
Her name was Duan Xian, and she ranked third among the five, so the round-faced young man and their junior sister