"Two eighth-tier middle-grade medicinal pills."
Only after hearing Hun Changqing's words did the gaunt old man raise his eyes slightly and speak in a slow, unhurried voice.
"That's hardly cheap."
Hun Changqing narrowed his eyes, his gaze sharpening.
Virtually everyone at the Space Trade Fair knew the value of goods, leaving little room for easy bargains. Although the items on these stalls were exceedingly rare and seldom seen in the outside world, the goods demanded in exchange were also outrageously expensive, worth several times more than the items themselves. Unless someone happened to urgently need a particular item, hardly anyone would trade at the stalls in this little town.
Although the Seven-Colored Origin Stone displayed by this old man was a unique item rarely seen on the Dou Qi Continent, its uses were limited. It was suitable only for Seven-Colored Heaven Swallowing Pythons, creatures everyone believed had long since vanished into the river of history. Thus, the old man's asking price was no different from a lion opening its maw wide.
"If you don't think it's worth it, you can leave it."
The gaunt old man cared nothing for Hun Changqing's tone and remained stubbornly his own man. He had put out this Seven-Colored Origin Stone merely hoping to get lucky, encounter someone who needed it, and make a tidy profit. If he had wanted to exchange it at its ordinary market value, he would have sold it at any sizable auction house in the Central Plains long ago. Why would he have waited until now to put it on sale here?
"Tsk."
Hearing that utterly firm response, without even the slightest attempt to keep him, Hun Changqing clicked his tongue. He understood now: this old man had come here to try his luck and fleece a wealthy buyer, and