"Crown Prince Consort, me, me, I will purchase a prolongation pill for 170 thousand mystic currency!"
"Me, me, I will also pay 170 thousand mystic currency! To buy one, I will just buy one. Crown Prince Consort, I beseech you, sell a prolongation pill to me."
"Crown Prince Consort, I will pay one million mystic currency, so could you sell me six prolongation pills for a bit cheaper!"
"Scram, you actually want six."
The shouts of people's bids and quarrels immediately arose within the main hall, throwing everyone into disorder.
Yet the little stoic swiftly gathered up the one hundred bottles of prolongation pills before silently looking up at everyone.
That gaze was so disdainful that it made everyone terribly revolted…
Duan Yue started cracking up and beamed while waving his raven bone fan. "Does Qiaoqiao lack your bit of mystic currency."
