"Damn, what's with your attitude?" Guan Ling expressed his dissatisfaction.
"To people with no money, this is my attitude!" The middle-aged man replied impatiently, then returned to his deck chair, looking as if he couldn't be bothered with Ye Haochuan and the others.
"Let's go, I really don't have that kind of money!" Su Zehao said hopelessly, shocked by the price.
In the secular world, he could be considered a young master, but he wasn't from a family of cultivators. All his savings had been accumulated bit by bit on his own.
Up until now, he only had a few million low-grade spirit crystals, nowhere near enough to cover the expense of billions.
Ye Haochuan smiled indifferently and suddenly said, "Isn't it just 100,000 spirit crystals? I'll take it!"
With those words, the whole room fell silent. Guan Ling and Liu Sheng knew a bit more, aware of Ye Haochuan's raid on the Evil Sect's warehouse.
