In the immortal city.
Qian Wuhen and the others seemed to be bargaining with tears and snot, but that Spirit Transformation senior merely watched their performance expressionlessly, refusing to fall for any of it.
He said blandly, "Three little friends, are you selling or not? I'm afraid only our Moon Gazing Immortal Pavilion purchases these Desolate spiritual herbs. The other Spiritual Herb Immortal Pavilions simply don't have such a large appetite."
Nor was he speaking nonsense. Spiritual herbs were unlike spirit medicines; their uses were rather limited. Without exaggeration, in the entire Mengmu Great Sea Region, their pavilion was the only one capable of swallowing up these peculiar spiritual herbs!
"Sell!" Bai Xinghan's expression jolted, afraid that this old Senior Realm cultivator might go back on his word.
Lightning Arrow did not dare make another sound at the side. Seeing how calm and composed this old boy was, he did not seem to be lying.
Qian Wuhen remained composed and did not dare say much. They were strangers in an unfamiliar place; if others were willing to offer more, that was already goodwill.
They had also inquired around. Among the dozens of immortal cities on Dust Leaving Immortal Island, Moon Gazing Immortal Pavilion was the largest and had the best reputation.
They had even heard that its business reached all the way to the Mystic Micro Heaven Capital, with countless cultivators of all races working under it...
Qian Wuhen narrowed his eyes, his peripheral vision constantly surveying the splendidly gilded yet not overly antiquated first floor of Moon Gazing Immortal Pavilion. He clicked his tongue inwardly. This was truly eye-opening.
The place where he and Old Dad had lived before was practically a backwater wasteland.
Suddenly.
A huge, dark mass of people entered from outside, their presence immensely powerful. There