"The Red Bone Staff is a fine piece, worth twelve hundred spirit stones. The Pink Folding Fan is of average quality, so I can only offer nine hundred spirit stones."
"What do you think, fellow Daoist?"
After examining them briefly, Jia Fu estimated their prices and quoted them.
This time, he did not deliberately drive the prices down. Doing so would only push his customer away.
"All right. Those prices will do."
Liu Yu's own estimates were much the same. After a moment's thought, he nodded in agreement.
"Please count them, fellow Daoist."
Upon hearing his agreement, Jia Fu reached into his Storage Bag with a plump hand. Twenty-one Mid-Grade Spirit Stones appeared on the table, and he spoke with the same courteous smile.
"I still have important matters to attend to. Farewell!"
A sweep of Liu Yu's divine sense instantly verified their number and authenticity. With a flick of his sleeve, he put the spirit stones away, then rose and cupped his hands slightly.
"Since you have important matters to attend to, Fellow Daoist Liu, I won't keep you. This way, please!"
Jia Fu rose as well and personally escorted him downstairs, pressing a packet of Clear Lake Dragon Well into Liu Yu's hands as promised.
Even to him, Liu Yu was a genuine "major customer," spending far more freely than ordinary cultivators. He was well worth setting aside his pride to befriend.
It was already the latter half of the Yin Hour, yet the East Market was only slightly less crowded than it was during the day.
Even Qi Refining Period cultivators could go several days and nights without rest, so day and night made little difference to cultivators. They came out whenever they needed to buy or sell, unaffected by the cycle of daylight and darkness. Naturally,