"This..."
The stall owner's eyes lit up.
'A thousand Spirit Stones, just like that. If the young man doesn't come back, I'll have the Thunder God Sword. It's like I spent five thousand Spirit Stones to buy a Flying Sword worth twenty thousand. It's a surefire win for me!'
He was tempted.
This was a gift from the heavens.
"Fellow Daoist, I have five thousand Spirit Stones right here. I'll lend them to you. Just leave the Thunder God Sword with me for a bit, and I'll wait for you to come back. I don't even need the thousand Spirit Stones as a reward. I just feel that your destiny is profound and unfathomable, and I'd like to be your friend."
Another one of the fat-headed youth's lackeys stepped forward, pretending not to know him, and said.
