"What a big snow lotus!"
"Look at how translucent it is—could it really be the Heavenly Mountain Snow Lotus?"
"Yes, the lotus is exuding a rich spiritual energy; it seems like it truly has been around for a thousand years!"
Amidst the surrounding discussions, someone finally revealed a greedy expression.
"Hey, how much is this snow lotus?"
A young man, around thirty years old, squeezed through the crowd.
He was dressed in brocade garments, had a badge hanging from his waist, carried a treasured sword on his back, and was accompanied by two attendants—clearly a wealthy young master.
Holding a folding fan in his left hand, although the weather wasn't hot, he waved it gently, looking very distinguished.
"Ten thousand spirit stones." The beggar-like person held up a finger.
The young man staggered at the words, almost toppling over on the spot.
Ten thousand spirit stones—why don't you go rob someone?
The crowd reacted with astonishment.
