“Is this transaction considered to be concluded?” asked Chen Xi.

“Yes!” The old man acted in a rather dramatic manner and waved his hand magnanimously. “Little Fellow, remember that you can’t return what you bought!”

Chen Xi smiled and didn’t speak any further.

Surprisingly, Senior White actually didn’t make a sound, and he gazed at the old man with a strange expression as if he was feeling pity, disdain, and taking pleasure in the old man’s misfortune.

The old man felt a wave of discomfort from this, so he grunted coldly and paid no further attention to all of this.

“Fellow Daoist, can you let me take a look at that rock?” Right at this moment, a voice that was warm like sunlight resounded, and a black clothed man arrived along with this voice.

This person isn’t ordinary! Chen Xi’s eyes narrowed imperceptibly.

The black clothed man had a rather tall and graceful figure. His jet black hair hung loosely on his shoulders, his skin was crystalline and fair, his and his face was angular as if it was carved with a chisel, causing him to seem extremely handsome. Moreover, his dim and pitch black eyes were like an eternal veil of night that emanated a tranquil, ancient, and indifferent aura.

He didn’t possess a shocking imposing aura, and he was extremely...