Seeing this, Bai Mo hurriedly changed the subject:
"Sword Champion Taiping, how many White Bone Shoals do you have on hand? Our Artifact Pavilion will take them all."
In truth, the Artifact Pavilion normally disdained buying such things. Had it not been Xu Taiping today, they would not even have bothered offering a price.
Xu Taiping thought back carefully, then said apologetically:
"I really haven't counted exactly how many there are. Sorry for the trouble, but I'll have to ask everyone at the Artifact Pavilion to count them."
At this moment, Bai Mo had yet to realize the gravity of the situation. He immediately gave his assurance:
"Just leave these little matters to us."
Hearing Bai Mo say this, Xu Taiping walked straight behind the offering table, took hold of the bottom of the Qiankun Bag, and lightly flicked his hand.
Clatter, clatter, clatter...
In an instant, White Bone Shoals brimming with the Blood River's savage, baleful qi suddenly piled up like little mountains inside the Artifact Pavilion.
In the mere blink of an eye.
The vast open space behind the Artifact Pavilion was almost entirely filled with White Bone Shoals.
For a moment, all the onlookers, including Ghost King Qin Ming, stood rooted in place.
The number of White Bone Shoals before them.
It would have been no exaggeration to say that the Blood River at Wangjin Ferry had been emptied.
"Mr. Qin Ming, you must keep your word about that price of one spirit marrow crystal per White Bone Shoal!"
Ping'an, who had been holding back for a long time, finally could not resist laughing and calling out.
Ghost King Qin Ming made a rough assessment with his spiritual senses, then looked at Xu Taiping with a helpless smile.
"Daoist Taiping, there are nearly a hundred thousand White