Qin Ming didn't say another word. He took out ten pieces of Day Gold and swiftly put the Ancient Book into his bosom.
The Mountain Monster covered all over in black fur was quite particular, its eyelids were not that shallow, it didn't just stare at the Purple Lightning Beast, it also struck up a conversation with Qin Ming: "Guest, you're not even taking a closer look at this book, just buying it directly?"
Qin Ming stroked his chubby face's whiskers and said, "My purchase of ancient books is purely for ornamental elegance, having an object with a sense of age on the bookshelf. I read little on a regular day, this is just compensating for what I lack; having it in the study room adds an impression of profundity."
The Mountain Monster stall owner laughed along and said: "You're too modest, anyone who loves books is a cultured person."
