"Ten jin?"
Song Wen gave a derisive chuckle and shook his head lightly.
"Ten jin won't be enough! A hundred thousand jin would be more like it. I'm not one to bully others with my status. You won't be shortchanged a single spirit stone."
"A hundred thousand jin!"
The eyes of the man named Ke Feng suddenly lit up. He stepped several yards forward to stand before Song Wen.
"Young Master Guan Liang, do you truly intend to buy so much netherworld sand?"
"Of course! Why else would I come to this remote backwater of yours?" Song Wen said.
"Four superior spirit stones per jin. Would that price satisfy you, Young Master Guan Liang?" Ke Feng asked.
The corners of Song Wen's lips lifted into a cold smile.
"For such a large purchase of netherworld sand, isn't that price a little steep?"
"Three superior spirit stones per jin. We can't go any lower," Ke Feng said.
"Agreed," Song Wen said.
"Excellent!" Delight spread across Ke Feng's face as he turned to look at Wen Hua and Di Cang.
The other two, however, remained expressionless, scrutinizing Song Wen with suspicious eyes.
"Young Master Guan Liang, as a disciple of the Jade Spirit Palace, what do you need so much netherworld sand for?"
"That is an internal matter of the Jade Spirit Palace. Knowing too much won't do you any good." A faint chill crept into Song Wen's voice. "All you need to do is give me the netherworld sand, and I'll give you the spirit stones. Once the goods and payment have changed hands, we'll have nothing further to do with one another. That suits both sides."
"A hundred thousand jin of netherworld sand will cost three hundred thousand superior spirit stones. Can you produce that many spirit stones?" Wen Hua