Chu Yi thought for a second, and finally, he casually mentioned a number.
"Six hundred thousand."
Chu Yi offered a figure that was double what he actually wanted.
After all, bargaining is important.
To earn one more is to earn one more.
Old Man Zhuge immediately raised his voice, even his eyes were about to pop out.
"You're crazy, you're extorting, six hundred thousand."
"Hmph, if it were someone else, they might even fight you for this Primordial Spirit. If you don't give it to me, I can also go without it. But I should warn you, if I don't get that six hundred thousand in my Storage Bag, I'll drop everything and leave."
The only thing that could threaten Old Man Zhuge was this.
Old Man Zhuge snorted and rolled his eyes, but he could only sigh with regret, as only Chu Yi was willing to help with the refinement.
Moreover, compared to the power of the Primordial Spirit, what does a mere six hundred thousand matter?
