Strictly speaking, the stall owner was at High Qi Condensation. Deep down, he wasn't afraid of someone like Jing Qingyang, who had gotten in on a "work visa."
But since he was in the right, why clash head-on?
So he rattled off an explanation. At the end, he said, "This piece of wood is worth this much. If you think it's too expensive, you can buy other wood. I'll burn some for you to smell... but let me make this clear first: if there's no problem with it, you can't refuse to buy."
"No need," Chen Junsheng said with a shake of his head. "If there's no problem, we'll buy this one."
"Exactly." Yun Buyao nodded heavily. "We're not short on that little bit of money... but then again, what if there is a problem?"
The stall owner looked at her with interest. "Then tell me... what should happen if there is a problem?"
Though immortals and mortals were different, any mortal who could enter an Immortal Market could not be treated as an ordinary mortal. His attitude was fairly decent.
But Yun Buyao glared at him unhappily. "If there's a problem... then when someone asks you to burn a little for testing, don't keep putting on airs as if ordinary people can't afford it."
The stall owner had originally been wondering whether these three had been sent by someone to cause trouble—would they use some kind of trick?
Hearing that, he burst into laughter. So it was just an ugly little girl resentful that he had looked down on her.
After laughing, he nodded proudly. "Fine. If I'm passing off inferior goods as quality goods, I'll pack up and leave... and never set up a stall here again."
He took out a small hatchet and chipped off a piece