He was just casually strolling through this familiar dark market.
He didn't have any hopes.
But incredulously, there actually was someone selling Beast Whip.
And it was a King-Level Demon Emperor bloodline Beast Whip!
This was even more potent than a regular Demon Emperor bloodline Beast Whip!
What a heaven-sent fortune!
There was hope for the prescription!
Jiang Fan looked up.
It was a round-faced old man with gray hair and beard, with a green mole on his forehead, looking like a Bodhisattva from the temple at first glance.
In fact, he really was a living Bodhisattva.
He was fretting about having no buyers.
He was about to nod immediately, but then remembered Wen Shengnan's black-market secret: Don't be polite with impatient customers.
Seeing this old man so excited, he must be eager to buy.
And despite his age, he was still so improper.
So, Jiang Fan didn't hold back and started bargaining from a high price!
He raised seven fingers.