"…"
Inside the temple, Chen Jingzhou, Cheng Dongfeng and the others were staring at Jiang He, taken aback.
Was that not too direct?
And Orirocks were priceless—who could even afford it?
Indeed, the elderly head monk was stunned as well.
Nonetheless, he soon smiled. "Mister Jiang, we at the Diamond Sect are only able to produce a hundred Orirocks each year, and it's not even enough for our disciples' cultivation…"
"Head monk, in the end, Orirocks are worldly possessions. As a prestigious school and a Holy Ground of martial arts, how could the disciples of the Diamond Sect be over-reliant on a worldly possession for their cultivation?"
Jiang He smiled in return. "Moreover, I believe that all trades are possible, and all it takes is for the buyer to pay as much as the seller asks for… and though Orirocks are cultivation resources, it dulls in comparison to life-saving items."