A late-stage Foundation Establishment Cultivator not being able to afford a pot of Spirit Chicken Essence worth forty middle grade Spirit Stones revealed their abject situation.
The surrounding stall owners began to complain as well.
But, no one dared to mention Master Yuji's name.
Wang Ba had been sitting for half the day and had only sold one pot of Spirit Chicken Essence, so he was planning to pack up and go find Zhao Feng.
However, at this point, another young cultivator who looked rather inexperienced paused at the sight of the Spirit Chicken Essence at Wang Ba's stall and asked with a slightly peculiar accent:
"May I inquire about the price for this Spirit Chicken Essence?"
"It's forty middle-grade Spirit Stones per pot, no haggling allowed."
Wang Ba replied without thinking.