Song Jiaying, the fox-charming female cultivator, looked at him with disdain. Chin held high like a victorious rooster, she stood loftily above the rest, her eyes brimming with contempt for Mu Xiaobai.
As a newcomer herself, Mu Xiaobai knew she was being looked down upon.
With a bitter smile, she composed herself and looked calmly at Su Shi'er.
"Nine hundred thousand Spirit Stones?"
The dejected cultivator was instantly invigorated, the air of decay and despondency surrounding him swept clean away.
He had never expected that, after waiting in the cave for over an hour, the Pale-faced Cultivator who had been bent on taking advantage of the crisis to buy his Heaven-grade Cave Mansion cheaply would actually be willing to raise the price.
And he had raised it straight to nine hundred thousand.
At that moment, even with all his worldly experience, he could not help feeling as though a pleasant surprise had fallen squarely onto his head.
After all, the other party had pressed him step by step earlier, nearly driving him into a dead end.
"Of course! Fellow Daoist Feng, do I look like someone who jokes around?" The Pale-faced Cultivator smiled calmly, dressed in a feather fan and silk headscarf.
Yet his bloodless face carried a hint of eerie strangeness.
"If that is the case, then..."
The dejected cultivator stopped halfway through his sentence and immediately turned to Su Shi'er.
A grateful light flashed through his eyes as he quickly said,
"Does Fellow Daoist still intend to raise the bid? So long as the price is the same, I will certainly choose to sell this cave mansion to you."
His words drew everyone's attention back to Su Shi'er.
The Pale-faced Cultivator's lips twitched slightly, and a cold glint flashed through his eyes.
By saying this, the dejected cultivator