The attendant was astounded and seemed as if he was struck dizzy by a pie that fell down from the heavens, and his mouth trembled as he asked. “Young Master, you really…really want 100 sets?”

Chen Xi frowned. “Could it be that you don’t have them?”

The attendant hastily shook his head. “We do, we do, we do! Just wait a moment, I’ll go prepare it for you.” As he spoke, it seemed as if he’d smeared oil beneath his shoes as he swiftly vanished into the back.

This is a big customer, and I won’t have to worry about eating for this entire year if I close this deal!

Chen Xi couldn’t help but shake his head. Truthfully speaking, even though the price to purchase these clothes was costly, yet it was utterly nothing to him. Even though the spirit materials, spirit medicines, and other similar materials had been completely exhausted in the Ninth Hell, the Buddha’s Pagoda still stored over 5,000kg of Immortal Liquid!

He’d obtained the Immortal Liquid upon entering the Divine Palace of Creation in the Dark Parasol’s Abyss. At that time, he’d seized more than half of the pool of Immortal Liquid, and it even cause Wen Daoran, Daoist Crimson Sun, and the other people present there to be displeased.

The Immortal Liquid was thick, radiant, and suffused with a refreshing fragrance, causing it to seem like liquid formed...