Not long after Cui Yan went out, Lan Xin Butterfly came in and handed the Storage Bag she was holding to Xu Qingtong.
"Master, the things we bought this time cost a little more than last time. We spent an extra two thousand Spirit Stones!"
"Oh? Why?"
"We bought too much. They didn't have enough in stock, so they raised the prices!"
"All right, I understand. Go about your work!"
After sending Lan Xin Butterfly away, Xu Qingtong sat cross-legged on the bed and meditated for a while to regulate his breathing. Then he took out the Storage Bag she had given him, preparing to refine more elixirs and talismans.
Suddenly, his expression shifted. He stood and walked slowly toward the shop out front.
Inside the shop, three people were surrounding Cui Yan, arguing with flushed faces.
Their leader was dressed like a common townsman. Glaring, he said, "This is a rare treasure! You'd be making a killing trading a few bottles of elixirs for it! And you're still unwilling? Do you look down on us brothers?"
Cui Yan forced a smile. "Forgive my poor eye, but I really don't recognize your treasure! How about this? Pay for the elixirs with Spirit Stones, and take your treasure to a shop that recognizes its worth to sell it. Would that do?"
"A poor eye? How can you run a shop with a poor eye?" the leader said. "Tell you what, since you've just opened, I won't make things difficult. Either trade for this treasure of mine, or shut your doors for good!"
Hearing this, Cui Yan could not help feeling his temper rise. Forcing down his anger, he smiled and said, "Sir, let's speak plainly. You know perfectly well what this treasure of yours is! Our little shop has only just