Emperor Qing's Relics, Kim Village.
White Mitchell stepped towards the stall, but he did not immediately look at the incense burner fragment.
All of the peddlers here, were cunning people.
If they noticed that he was interested in the piece of the incense burner, they would surely raise the price astronomically, even without knowing its actual value.
After all, transactions here were usually one-time deals.
You either fleece or lose out.
"My brother, you've got good taste. It took my brothers and me the power of nine oxen and two tigers to snatch this Hundred-Year Ginseng from two Spiritual Beasts at the Innate Third Stage. I see that you too have an eye for value. How about this, it just so happens I haven't made a sale yet today. Let's bring in good luck, and I'll sell it to you for two hundred lower grade Blood Stones," the peddler said in a pompous manner.
White Mitchell laughed in response and made no remark.