Are you asking whether I open jars?
After hearing Salas's question, Snake Lance Douluo answered firmly:
"Of course I do. If there weren't a limit of ten jars per week, I'd gladly spend all my savings opening them."
"Elder, you're actually willing to pay such a steep price?"
Salas sounded incredulous.
Opening jars was one thing; pouring everything he owned into them was another matter entirely.
He felt that.
Even if the jars could yield Soul Bones, surely that wasn't enough to drive a Titled Douluo this mad?
"What does this little bit of money matter compared to increasing my strength?"
"And it's not just me. Demon Bear and Ghost Leopard would make the same choice!"
Snake Lance Douluo spoke solemnly.
Salas fell silent.
He no longer knew what to say. So half the Elder Hall were die-hard fans of this shop?
"Boss, since you've lifted the restrictions on what we can trade, when will you lift the limit on how many we can buy?"
Snake Lance Douluo asked curiously.
Lin Xiao couldn't give him a definite answer. "We'll discuss the future when it comes. Of course, it's not impossible."
In truth, he wanted that restriction lifted more than anyone.
Wouldn't it be wonderful to sell hundreds of jars a day?
With enough luck, he might even reach the maximum level in a single day. Would Epic sets and Mythic equipment still be far away then?
But for now, he could only dream...
"Have you decided which jar you want?"
Lin Xiao asked Huyan Zhen.
His reasoning remained the same: a hundred thousand Gold Soul Coins were of little use to him. Having the other man open a jar so he could receive one with ten times the drop rate was far more practical.
"This money was meant as an