The crowd's discussion mostly mocked Ling Xiao.
But that's normal; on one side is a direct descendant of the Shaw Clan, and on the other is some country bumpkin from who knows where.
Anyone with a bit of choice wouldn't stand on Ling Xiao's side.
"Not selling? You really don't know what's good for you, kid!"
Shen Shi didn't need to step up, as one of his cronies did, tossing a card-like object to Ling Xiao casually, saying, "Take this obediently. It's a Tianlong Trade Company's savings card, containing exactly 200,000 Low-grade Spirit Stones. You can exchange it at any Tianlong Trade Company or auction house.
Scram, while our family's young master is still in a good mood.
Don't wait until you can't get the Spirit Stones, and end up crippled.
Scram!"
