With a beckoning gesture, Xu Yan drew the Storage Bag into his hand. A quick sweep of his divine sense confirmed that it contained exactly seventy thousand low-grade spirit stones.
He nodded to Gu Santong and carefully tucked the Storage Bag into his robe.
"Easy Spirit Hall truly cheats neither child nor elder in its dealings. I, Du, will certainly spread the word among my fellow rogue cultivators." Xu Yan cupped his fists toward Gu Santong and slowly rose.
With the spirit stones earned from selling these Spirit Treasures, he now had over a hundred and thirty thousand low-grade spirit stones on him. An ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivator could hardly produce such a sum.
The smile had yet to fade from Gu Santong's face. Seeing that the cultivator before him was about to leave, he immediately raised a hand to stop Xu Yan.
"Wait a moment, young friend Du."
With those words, Gu Santong turned and left the private room, heading toward the hall's third floor.
Watching his retreating figure, Xu Yan's eyes flashed. He picked up the cup of Spirit Tea, tipped his head back, and drained it.
A little over ten breaths later, Gu Santong pushed the door open again, a jade token glowing purple clasped in his thin, withered right hand.
With a flick of his finger, he sent the Purple Jade Token before Xu Yan. "Young friend Du, by selling goods worth over fifty thousand low-grade spirit stones, you have become an honored guest of our hall. The Hall Master instructed me to present you with this Purple Jade Token. In one day, he will hold a Private Trade Fair on our third floor, and he has specifically invited you to attend."
"Oh? A Private Trade Fair?"
Xu Yan looked interested. Earlier, at the entrance to