“I have some Scale Gravel. I wonder if it’s enough to make the trade?” The sudden interruption affected the conversation between Shang Xia and his aunt. It also attracted many gazes from those seated around. 

Ji Min’s pupils shrank slightly and he quickly asked, “Oh? How much are you talking about?” 

Pausing slightly, the reply eventually came. “I have six taels of it!” 

“Is that it? The Formless Yarn I brought out should be able to trade of nine taels of Scale Gravel.” Ji Min’s expression sank.

“Eight teals.” The cultivator who spoke earlier interrupted Ji Min again. Due to the large bamboo hat covering his face, no one was able to see his appearance.

“This… Even if you offer eight taels…” Ji Min seemed extremely interested nonetheless. He added, “How are you going to make up for the difference? Let me make this clear before you make any counteroffers. There’s no need to try using gold coins or silver essence to make up for it.” 

The cultivator who wore the large bamboo hat waved his hand and sent a shadow flying towards Ji Min. “What do you think about this?” 

Grabbing the item that flew...