The Little Horse

The burly female cultivator glanced at Song Wen and Zhou Siyi.

She found that she could not see through either of their cultivation.

She turned to the attendant, her questioning gaze seeming to ask without a word:

"Are you sure these two are fat sheep, not masters hiding their strength?"

The attendant gave her a confident look, then glanced toward the pile of Spirit Stones on the floor.

"The fat sheep have taken the bait. Now we squeeze them dry."

After their silent exchange, the burly woman relaxed and said in a booming voice,

"Five thousand Mid-Grade Spirit Stones. Not one less. Otherwise, neither of you will leave my shop today."

"We don't have five thousand Mid-Grade Spirit Stones," Song Wen said. "But I do have fifty Superior Spirit Stones."

Shock appeared on the faces of the burly woman and the attendant.

Five thousand Mid-Grade Spirit Stones had been an outrageous opening demand, meant only to drain Song Wen and Zhou Siyi of everything they had.

Neither had imagined the two could actually produce so many Spirit Stones.

If Song Wen and Zhou Siyi truly carried fifty Superior Spirit Stones, they would have to think carefully before making another move.

People who carried that many Spirit Stones were not people they could afford to provoke.

"Fifty... Superior Spirit Stones!"

A dreadful feeling rose in the woman's heart, and she began to stammer.

"Yes."

Song Wen smiled calmly.

His unruffled manner sent a chill through the burly woman.

That was not how a "fat sheep" behaved.

Now the burly woman and the attendant clung to one hope: that Song Wen was bluffing. Otherwise, they had kicked an iron plate.

"I'm disappointed. You were bold enough to cheat your customers without first learning who they were. I thought you had some powerful