Freelance cultivators in the nearby square, hearing the commotion here, flocked over, pointing and whispering among themselves.
Ye Zhong and the blue-robed middle-aged man looked displeased. This market was a money tree for their Bishui Sect. If word got out that they had a bad reputation, their business would surely be affected, and the sect leader of Bishui Sect would not let them off lightly once they returned to the sect.
"Hehe, fellow Daoist, please do not misunderstand. This is a marketplace, a place for trading goods. Let's determine this by price. Stall owner, how much did you sell those two spiritual materials for? I'll offer double the price, could you let us have them?" The green-robed man standing next to the white-robed young girl laughed lightly, stepped forward, and spoke to the one-armed stall owner, paying no mind to Shen Luo.
Seeing this, Shen Luo furrowed his brows.