The atmosphere in the hall was originally frozen and oppressive. When he made his move, all eyes involuntarily fell on him, but he seemed utterly oblivious. "Nine thousand Spiritual Shells. I'll take this Han Ye Xuanzhen Grass."
Nine thousand Spiritual Shells! The sheer number left everyone present dizzy and stunned.
Yet this was not the most startling part. Not only did this person have the audacity to step forward, but he also disregarded the face of the Shaoqing Sect's disciples. Was he courting disaster?
The atmosphere instantly grew tense.
To everyone's surprise, the confrontation they anticipated did not happen.
Chou Kun's face showed a look of astonishment upon hearing this. He thought for a moment, let out a sigh, and then shook his head with a bitter smile. "Nine thousand Spiritual Shells? I, Chou, cannot afford that. This item is likely yours, fellow Daoist."
Zhang Yan smiled faintly, nodded slightly toward him, and then turned to leave.
