Hard to Condense the Dao Seed

No matter what, Di Jiu no longer dared to use his Spiritual Force to examine this fellow's cultivation aura.

The inn assistant told Di Jiu, "Senior, I will come to your room later and tell you more details about the auction house."

The inn assistant also clearly sensed that this fellow, who had come to inquire about the rooms, was not simple. Hence, he dared not leave him to handle Di Jiu's affairs.

"Alright." Di Jiu did not speak further. He did not really want to stay any longer with this fellow, who had a high cultivation level, either.

"Sir, there are still a few more high-class cave abodes here. One will cost you 1,000 high-grade divine crystals per night…" said the inn assistant respectfully after he sent Di Jiu away.

"I'll have one high-class abode then for a month," this cultivator said faintly as he took out a storage bag and threw it before the inn assistant.