One hundred and sixty taels.
No one spoke.
The dull voice that had just silenced the room did not resonate again. It seemed as though she had gathered strength and waited for a long time, but only sounded a short, dim note. So much so that many people failed to remember the timbre of the voice, as it was completely cut off by this calm and resolute sound.
"Jia Twelve Pavilion, one hundred and sixty taels of silver wish to purchase Ascending Pill! Once thrice called, it shall be decided——"
The venue was silent.
"Jia Twelve Pavilion, one hundred and sixty taels of silver wish to purchase Ascending Pill! Once thrice called, it shall be decided——"
Still no one spoke.
By the time the sentence was called for the third time, the dull voice suddenly came back to life, but this time it was somewhat hesitant and laboriously stumbled over the words.
"One hundred... sixty-three taels..." she said, "plus four hundred wen."