Mo Bai raised his head and looked at the group of women before him.
The tall female martial warrior looked down at the three Magic Robes laid out on the blanket and curled her lip. "Clothes like handkerchiefs are worth that much? Three hundred spirit stones should be about right!"
Mo Bai said nothing and shook his head.
The woman in black sighed and was just about to speak... when an elderly cultivator in an earthen-yellow Daoist robe walked over. His eyes lit up at the sight of the Magic Robes on the ground.
"Fellow Daoist, how much are these Magic Robes?"
Mo Bai answered honestly, "Five hundred."
"Five hundred taels of silver? How expensive..."
"Five hundred spirit stones!"
The old Daoist was startled. "What? Five hundred spirit stones? Have you gone mad? Even if these bedroom playthings can spice things up, surely they aren't worth that much!"
Mo Bai, the tall woman, and the woman in black all turned to stare incredulously at the rather sleazy old fellow.
Noticing the women, the old Daoist hastily composed himself and coughed. "Well, do they have any other marvelous properties?"
"They ward off water, fire, cold, and heat, calm the mind for meditation and aid cultivation, resist cuts and thrusts from ordinary weapons, and can repair themselves to a certain extent."
"That impressive? Little fellow... aren't you boasting?"
Mo Bai shook his head. "No, they're genuine articles... These two fellow Daoists already took a liking to the Magic Robes. We were bargaining."
"You lad, you have no appreciation for romance... Why haggle over something a fairy loves? You ought to give it to her gladly! Hehe..."
The old fellow turned toward Zhao Mu, the female cultivator in black. "Little fairy, do you like these Magic Robes? Hahaha... If your purse is light,