Chu Zhantian was incensed. He was surprised that even a lowly tavern tender would bully him.
"These tables and chairs are made of top-grade Silver Pear Tree wood. I think you're well aware that they're worth 10,000,000 Lower Spiritual Stones, which was already for the sake of Holy Teal Dragon Sect!"
The tender's face remained cold and he ignored the livid-faced Chu Zhantian. He continued, "Gimme the stones, or I won't be this polite!"
"You....!"
Chu Zhantian really wanted to fight the tender, yet reason told him to endure and suppress his anger. He looked at the disintegrated pieces of furniture, and his face took on a terrible expression because they were indeed made of top-grade spirit wood.
He thought for a moment and said, "5,000,000 Lower Spiritual Stones, that's all I have. Please forgive me!"