Silence settled over the private room on the second floor.
After making a show of sending a message, Gu Santong sat cross-legged like an old monk deep in meditation, his aged face betraying neither joy nor anger.
A ginkgo leaf gleaming with purple light floated in each of their jade cups. Wisps of purple mist rose from the leaves, giving off an intoxicating fragrance.
Xu Yan raised his jade cup and took a small sip of Spirit Tea.
"I, Du, came here in good faith to sell my Spirit Treasures, Shopkeeper Gu. Don't leave us rogue cultivators with chilled hearts!"
The slightly teasing voice made Gu Santong's expression tighten. He smiled awkwardly and said, "There's no need to hurry, young friend Du. I've already reported this matter to the Hall Master. Rest assured, the price certainly won't disappoint you."
Xu Yan sneered inwardly at those words. How could he fail to see that the old man before him was merely putting on an act? But since Gu Santong was using this as a step down, he could hardly expose him.
About an incense stick's worth of time later, Gu Santong's expression shifted slightly. He slowly took the Message Jade Slip out of his Storage Bag, and after sweeping it with his divine sense, a smile immediately appeared on his aged face.
"The Hall Master has given his word. Our hall can offer forty thousand eight hundred low-grade spirit stones for these Spirit Treasures of yours, young friend Du."
"Oh? That price is reasonably fair." Xu Yan gave a slight nod, his smile never reaching his eyes.
Forty thousand eight hundred spirit stones already met his expectations. Even though he knew the man was playing a double act, Xu Yan showed not the slightest displeasure.
With that thought, he took another