Ye Fan laughed. "The Ziwei Sect really knows how to do business, selling scraps as strange black stones."
"You can't say it like that," Zhao Fa smiled. "The Sources business has always been this way, voluntary on both sides. Besides, we didn't sell this scrap at a very high price."
"Indeed! It's only because this stone was cheap that he bought it. It's truly too much, underestimating our Wind Clan like this."
"How could he do this? It's really too much!"
The young people of the Wind Clan, who had always harbored animosity towards Ye Fan and were quite aggressive, were now all furious. Many showed disdain, glaring at him angrily.
Ye Fan paid no attention to these people. With the Wind Clan's Peacock King's grand birthday approaching, he didn't want to cause any unpleasantness with them. He was determined to repay their three million jin of Source as soon as possible; otherwise, he would constantly be reminded of his debt.
