"Hey, hey, hey! Senior Brother! Four hundred and fifty, not a stone less!" the disciple cried anxiously.
"Huh?!" Li Xiaoya snapped out of his thoughts, then quickly caught on and smiled. "All right! Four hundred and fifty-lucky you!" Without another word, he took a small bag from his Storage Pouch, counted out four hundred and fifty Spirit Stones for the disciple, picked up the Spiritfire Knife, and ran toward the place he had just been looking at.
What do you mean, lucky me? You're the lucky one! The disciple stared blankly for a moment, then lowered his head to check the payment and murmured, "Finally sold it. Now I can afford those pills."
Four hundred and fifty Spirit Stones for the Spiritfire Knife was already an extremely high price for an ordinary disciple, enough to leave someone at the eighth or ninth level of the true cultivation stage practically penniless. But Li Xiaoya was different. Besides the two hundred thousand Spirit Stones his sixth senior brother had given him, he also had the tens of thousands his second senior brother had left him. Even after buying all those materials here, including the Spiritfire Knife, he had only spent a little over a thousand Spirit Stones.
He had bought the Spiritfire Knife as a backup for future trips, for times when it would be inconvenient to take out the Fire Dragon Sword. After browsing for quite a while, this was the only reasonably good high-grade Dharma Artifact he had found, so he had bought it.
Li Xiaoya put the Spiritfire Knife into his Storage Pouch and walked toward the two familiar figures, calling from afar, "Hahaha! Senior Brother Wang, Senior Sister Wang! It's you!"
"Oh?! It's you!" The woman turned at his voice and exclaimed when she saw Li Xiaoya.
"Oh!