"So, why don't you just tell me how many Inquiry Stones you want?"
Han Yu spoke with a bitter smile. The goal of the other party was as straightforward as could be. What would he, a small native of the Central Continent in the eyes of the Celestial Dao Sect, have that anyone would fancy?
Aside from revealing the location of the Glazed Bottle, the most valuable thing he had was the two hundred and fifty Inquiry Stones he'd talked about.
But this really stumped Mu Zili. The thought of someone over two thousand years old bickering with a young boy made him look a bit embarrassed.
But if he didn't haggle, his profligate master had given away too much — so much that he couldn't cover it.
So, he glanced at the old Daoist, seeking some advice.
In the next moment, a wisp of spiritual power subtly floated towards the old Daoist.
"How much should we charge?"
