"Five million spirit stones! That's highway robbery!"
"Well, it's Chang Shiyang's own fault for seeking his death, recklessly provoking others with his Divine Sense. He can't blame anyone else for the harsh price. If his skills are inferior, he must accept defeat."
"Five million spirit stones, master, I didn't realize you elders were so wealthy! The total wealth of my inner disciple status doesn't even amount to one-thousandth of this five million spirit stones."
"The wealthy one isn't an elder, but rather the identity of the Blood Demon Cave's Saint Heir; don't get it confused, us normal cultivators in the Secret Realm don't have that kind of wealth."
"Su Jie is ruthless and fierce, no wonder he could rise from the ranks of Ghost Ridge Palace. Chang Shiyang has greatly underestimated him!"
The crowd of onlookers gasped when they heard Su Jie mention the figure of five million spirit stones; the temperature around seemed to drop several degrees.
