It was rare for someone to understand it and make an offer, so Beibei felt quite pleased inside.
She had drawn the first stance of the divine fist, broken down into a hundred practice movements, and just like Ling Yun, she enjoyed tricking people.
Even though there were a hundred movements, they essentially added up to just a single move, but it was well worth it.
"Here, for you, ten thousand gold coins." Beibei recalled the price of the Soul Returning Grass, rolled her eyes, and spoke up.
Zhen Shan felt a surge of wild joy, thinking he had struck gold, while Water Elder at the side chimed in with a warning: "Zhen Shan, think this through. Don't regret it once you sell it."
Zhen Shan nodded excitedly and replied without the slightest hesitation: "I definitely won't regret it."
The melon-eating onlookers all shrugged, watching without interrupting, thinking to themselves that Zhen Shan was a complete idiot to ask such a high price for a mere painting.
Looking at the storage ring filled with ten thousand gold coins right in front of her, the little one smiled happily, the radiant smile on her face never fading.
When Water Elder took out the Soul Returning Grass and gave it to them, Beibei wore an expression of utter disdain.
The little one stated that this wasn't the Soul Returning Grass at all; the Soul Returning Grass in Water Elder's hand looked completely different from the one they wanted.
Beibei said, "This thing of yours isn't it; it's just dogtail grass."
Blue Star had plenty of this grass, and he wanted ten thousand gold coins for it? Beibei's face darkened at once.
Water Elder was left utterly speechless as well, insisting that this was indeed the Soul Returning Grass, but in the end