"Mr. Chen, how about selling me this Heavenly Star Grinding Plate?"
Chen Yuan took the grinding plate from the old man's hand, just as Jiang Yu spoke in a solemn tone.
"Not for sale."
Chen Yuan didn't even bat an eye as he replied.
Jiang Yu, unwilling to give up, said, "Just name your price, Mr. Chen. There's nothing the Sky Sun Sacred Land can't afford. As long as you're willing to sell, the price will definitely satisfy you."
"Not for sale."
Chen Yuan couldn't be bothered to say more to Jiang Yu.
"Why refuse outright, Fellow Daoist? Why don't you consider it?"
Jiang Yu's face darkened as he said sternly, "Now Mr. Chen has already made many enemies. Why not form a good relationship with the Sky Sun Sacred Land, it could be very beneficial for your future, maybe even save your life in a critical moment."
