Just as Lin Changheng closed his eyes, seemingly entering meditation.
Young Master Shi stood on the stage, holding that length of [purple cloud ginseng] rootlet. His gaze appeared to sweep casually over the audience, but most of his attention was actually focused on Lin Changheng.
He saw Lin Changheng first look at the rootlet in his hand. A flicker of interest crossed the latter's eyes, followed quite naturally by a clear trace of regret. Then Lin Changheng slowly closed his eyes, adopting an air of "out of sight, out of mind."
"Hm?" Doubt and displeasure immediately rose in Young Master Shi's heart. This fellow-why did he react like that?
By his reckoning, he had produced the rootlet of a Core Formation supplementary herb that the other man clearly needed, and asked for third-tier spirit material in exchange. By all rights, the man should have been tempted.
Besides, the man had just completed a successful trade. This was a perfect opportunity to probe his resources and see whether he still had any third-tier spirit material.
Then he could decide what to do next.
But Lin Changheng's outright refusal to engage was completely unexpected.
Does he truly have no third-tier spirit material left? Or-has he seen through my intentions? Young Master Shi's gaze darkened. It felt like a punch thrown with all his strength had struck empty air, leaving him thoroughly frustrated.
According to his vague intuition, this man most likely still had treasures on him.
He prided himself on his schemes, yet he had repeatedly miscalculated when dealing with an "ordinary" Foundation Establishment late stage cultivator. That left him quite irritated.
Seeing that no one responded, he put away the [purple cloud ginseng] rootlet with an unpleasant expression, snorted coldly, and walked off the stage in a huff.
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