"Eighty percent above market price, and this rare treasure is yours?"
The masked stall owner named his asking price.
At the same time!
His gaze locked tightly onto the figure before his stall, trying to glean even the slightest reaction through the black gauze hanging from the bamboo hat.
Unfortunately.
With the black gauze blocking divine sense, he could only give up in the end.
At that moment!
An incomparably calm voice came from behind the black gauze beneath the bamboo hat.
"Fellow Daoist, you also know that the threshold for this secret art is extremely high, and its cost equally exorbitant. I am not set on cultivating this secret art at all costs!"
"So, Fellow Daoist, state your final price once more!"
By the end, Murong Wanwan's voice carried unmistakable resolve.
Upon hearing this.
The masked stall owner's brow furrowed almost imperceptibly.
Clearly.
He understood the true meaning behind those words as well.
A final offer also meant whether this transaction could truly be completed.
Likewise!
Part of the reason for her decisiveness lay in his earlier scheming.
After all!
Every expert who had cultivated to the Nascent Soul Realm was shrewd as a fox.
Even if the other party had not caught on at first, it would not take long for her to come around.
Therefore, she could naturally see through his earlier calculations.
It was only natural for her tone to carry a trace of anger.
If so, then this bid was also his final chance?
"Then fifty percent above market price?"
That was the lowest price he could accept.
Otherwise.
Wouldn't his earlier scheming have been for nothing?
In any case, he had already offended her.
Besides, once the Dark Market closed, who would know who?
With that thought, the masked stall owner immediately named the