Pang Daihai was no fool; seeing Chu Yi staring intently at the storage bag before him, he stated his price upfront.
"I must lay my cards on the table, the contents of this storage bag, including all the Spirit Grass you want, won't even warrant a glance without eighty thousand Spirit Stones."
Chu Yi's voice rose by a full octave.
"Have you lost your mind? Eighty thousand?"
With a rustling sound, Pang Dachuan spilled out more than half of the Spirit Grass from the storage bag. He picked out one and placed it in front of Chu Yi:
"Take a look at this one, eighty thousand Spirit Stones, and to be honest, I'm somewhat reluctant to sell."
"This single piece of Spirit Grass, I've cultivated it with great care for a full five years, you know how many Spirit Stones I've spent on it during this time? Do you actually believe that these herbs simply grow to this state after being planted?"
"Five years is quite a long time, but surely you haven't been watching over it non-stop, have you?"
