Song Changsheng, however, was completely unfazed. This was the Black Market, and haggling was part of the charm.
Business was just like that—a matter of a willing buyer and a willing seller. He had searched everywhere, and Song Changsheng's item was the most suitable one he'd found. Despite his dissatisfaction, he gritted his teeth and said, "Fine, thirty thousand it is. I'll make up the rest with Spirit Stones—Middle-Grade Spirit Stones!"
A brilliant smile immediately spread across Song Changsheng's face, his tone growing much more enthusiastic. "That'll be one hundred and ninety Middle-Grade Spirit Stones."
With the transaction complete, the tall, black-robed man turned and left.
