Li Xuanxuan glanced at him sideways, took his seat at the table, fiddled with his beard, and declared frankly:
"Elder Dao is straightforward, my Secret Technique is a rare Pupil Technique, three hundred Spirit Stones!"
This was a sky-high asking price, an exaggerated figure indeed, but the black-robed cultivator, hating his dilly-dallying and seeing the appointed time nearing, had no patience for bargaining and simply said:
"Done, done! Hurry and hand over the Secret Technique! No dawdling!"
Seeing that he didn't haggle and readily agreed, Li Xuanxuan grew more certain—now ninety percent sure—that this group of cultivators had ill intentions, so he said with a smile:
"Elder Dao is quite generous; let's proceed to the Xiao Family to draft the agreement, complete the transaction, and it will be done..."
The black-robed cultivator was no fool; his expression suddenly changed, his voice cooled, and he demanded sternly:
"What agreement!"
