I grandly introduce you all to [disposable flying sword 'small black room-breaking' version 001]

When facing Fellow Daoist White, the Almighty Merchant felt a certain kind of pressure. The other party clearly only had strength at the level of an Eighth Stage Profound Sage, but there was this tycoon-like aura coming from his body that had nothing to do with his realm.

The Almighty Merchant said, "60 Ninth Stage spirit stones. This price is fair and affordable."

Senior White nodded without hesitation, and said, "Alright, deal."

The Almighty Merchant was stunned slightly.

Deal? Just like that?

Don't you want to bargain?

It usually goes like this: I quote an inflated price, and then you bargain, and then I reluctantly lower the price. After several repetitions of this, we can finally settle on a price that we'll both be happy with... This is one of the charms of business.

This tycoon-like aura of yours makes me feel quite embarrassed.