The person in charge looked away quickly, a smile playing on her lips. "Yes, yes, it turns out the young master is from the Blood Tavern. After the 10% discount, the price is 10,800. I'll remove another 800 spiritual crystals from the total for you."
"Okay, thank you." Ethan nodded politely.
Though his expression was calm, inside he was a bit shocked.
Eight hundred top-grade spiritual crystals was no small amount—and it had been removed without hesitation. This Myriad Treasures Pavilion was clearly wealthy.
Ethan's first thought, however, veered to the relationship between Myriad Treasures Pavilion and the Blood Tavern.
How close must their ties be, for such a generous discount and favor?
"Here are your 10,000 spiritual crystals. Let's wrap this up," Ethan said handing over the spiritual crystals..
"No need to check, just store it away," the shopkeeper replied.
"It's been a pleasure serving you." Ethan carefully put away the Phoenix Blood Crystal and turned to leave.
