As Shopkeeper Zhou began to ask questions, the monks who made the bid became nervous.

"Everyone, this is Cold Marrow Condensation. You must know that this kind of treasure cannot be obtained casually."

"Once you miss it, it will be even more difficult to find this treasure that can help the monks break through the realm next time."

Shopkeeper Zhou's words kept stirring up the hearts of the monks on the second floor.

"Any more"

Before Shopkeeper Zhou could speak, a voice sounded again.

"Twenty-three thousand low-grade spiritual stones"

After this voice sounded, he took the opportunity to break down the psychological defense of the old monk.

He was like a deflated balloon, slumped in his seat.

The powerlessness in his heart turned into a look of resentment towards Shopkeeper Zhou.
Chapter completed!