The middle-aged man was unimpressed. "Young man, your Phantom Pattern Pill is quite good, but it pales in comparison to Young Master Yang's Purple Flame Pill—and not just by a small margin. Moreover, our agreement was only verbal and not yet finalized, so I have the right to do as I please with my fragment. I can sell it to whomever I want, and since this is Young Master Yang Chen of the Chengxuan Auction House, I certainly can't afford to slight him."
"So, my apologies," he finished. "If I get the chance, I'll find some other fine goods for you next time."
Yang Chen chuckled, staring at Long Chen with pure disdain. "Kid, don't overestimate yourself. There's nothing this young master has ever wanted that he couldn't get. Take your Phantom Pattern Pill and disappear from my sight. This fragment is mine."
Long Chen scoffed. "It's just a single Purple Flame Pill that hasn't even reached Superior Quality. I have no idea where you get the confidence to posture like this."
"Impudent!"
