The Storage Bag that had belonged to the Horse-faced Cultivator was now tied to the waist of a burly, dark-faced man.
"Fellow Daoist, how much are you selling these Golden Light Talismans for?"
The dark-faced man looked at Lü Zhong, whose cultivation he couldn't sense. A nervous expression filled his face, and his tone grew respectful without him even realizing it.
Earlier, he had seen the Horse-faced Cultivator climbing up and down, seemingly with an endless supply of Golden Light Talismans on him. He guessed that someone on the surface was supplying the Talismans, so he had climbed up through the fissure as well.
The competition below was fierce. If he had Golden Light Talismans for protection, he would be much safer.
"Fifty Spirit Stones each. I also have this Protective Jade Talisman, one hundred Spirit Stones apiece. The prices are firm!" Lü Zhong said, holding out a Qingyang Body Protection Secret Talisman to show him.
