“3,000!” 

No longer able to deal with this unmasking of legacies, the hawk-nosed man of the Yan Clan turned his head. Just as he was about to see who the other was and mention their sordid history, the corner of his mouth pulled down upon his glance.

Master Qingzhan… How in the world was this a sordid history!!!

“Hehehe…” His laughter hollow, the hawk-nosed cultivator chuckled with neither coldness nor warmth. “The Buddhist monasteries and Daoist sects that enter the world are very few. I didn’t expect such a great estate would be here as well. Truly, a sage does not betray his colors.”

“Amitabha.” Master Qingzhan joined his hands together and recited a chant, no longer elaborating.

The hawk-nosed man wished he could kick this old man to death! 

Go on, speak. No one else is still talking. If you want to stir the pot, there are people who will say you’re not being magnanimous, but that’s just how a Buddhist monastery is. No on else pays attention that you’re everyone else’s self-restraint, but who friggin’ told this poor, honest Buddhist monastery how to triple the price!

“4,000!” Not waiting for him to conclude his ruminations, the old man of the Gan Clan raised a finger and shouted without the slightest hesitation. “This Throne is set on this first medicinal pill! The Gan Clan guarantees we absolutely won’t participate for the remainder!”

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