"One hundred spirit stones each," Yuan Ming said, holding up a finger.
"No way, at least a thousand spirit stones each, I only have four," the man in black shook his head resolutely.
"One hundred and ten spirit stones," Yuan Ming raised the offer.
"Fellow Daoist, your bargaining is really insincere," the man in black frowned.
"This kind of one-time thing, that's the price," Yuan Ming raised an eyebrow, questioning.
"Just eight hundred spirit stones. If you don't agree, then forget it," the man in black did not continue bantering and spoke directly.
"Two hundred spirit stones, don't be so quick to disagree. If the item were easy to sell, you wouldn't be unable to sell it for several days," Yuan Ming said.
"Are you going to buy it or not..." the man in black said indignantly.