When she had been in Between Mountains and Seas, she had scarcely needed Spirit Stones, so she had not saved many.
Over her years in the Eastern Sea, she had received quite a bit of "pay" from Song Yan as a steward of the Worry-Relief Pavilion.
But thirty thousand Spirit Stones for a single garment was far too expensive.
Spirit Stones were the sort of thing that made one happy when one earned them.
Watching their number slowly grow was even more delightful.
But the moment one had to hand any over to someone else, it became terribly painful.
While Xiao He was still agonizing over whether to spend thirty thousand on a little robe, the other cultivators had already driven the price to forty thousand Spirit Stones.
"Fifty thousand," someone bid.
No-!
Xiao He wailed inwardly and toppled backward into Song Yan's arms.
That price was already completely beyond what her assets could bear.
Far too expensive.
Song Yan looked at Xiao He's expression of utter despair and could not stop laughing.
"Fifty-five thousand," he bid.
Oh?
Xiao He suddenly sat up, glanced up at Song Yan, and began kneading his waist and pounding his legs with the utmost servility.
"Hehe, Yanyan, isn't this a little too expensive?"
"Oh, too expensive? Then I won't bid anymore," Song Yan said deliberately.
Just then, Xu Xiaoyu placed a bid, overtaking his.
"Ah, I'm not talking to you anymore." Knowing Song Yan was teasing her, Xiao He closed her eyes, opened her little mouth, and prepared to wail.
Fortunately, Song Yan covered her mouth in time.
"Sixty thousand."
Come to think of it, he did not seem to have ever given Xiao He anything valuable.
Since she liked it, he would buy it for her.
Song Yan liked Spirit Stones, but some