"Ah?" The old man froze again. "You want all of them?"
"Is there a problem?"
A pained expression appeared on the white-haired old man's face. "First take out the spirit stones and let me see. What if you do not have that many spirit stones..."
Wentian casually took out fifty mid-grade spirit stones.
Seeing this, the white-haired old man's face turned black. He sighed. "Forget it. Daoist got a bargain."
Wentian was even more speechless. He did not think he could buy anything good. It was simply that the restrictions on these wooden boxes were truly extraordinary and could be studied by Jianyi Mingxian.
If they could be researched, then the five thousand spirit stones would be worth it.
Wentian put the wooden boxes into his storage pouch, turned around, and left. With a sweep of the white-haired old man's sleeve, the things on the stall instantly vanished.
