After hearing Wang Mang's words,
Xiang Tianxing was so angry that he laughed. His face was twisted with anger as he said, "Are you crazy?! A pseudo sixth-grade divine weapon is sold for 5,000 Talent Stones?"
"An ordinary pseudo-Grade-6 Divine Ability is only worth 4,000 Talent Stones. Do you dare to sell a pseudo-Grade-6 Divine Weapon for a Divine Ability?"
Obviously, Xiang Wentian had naturally guessed Wang Mang's thoughts. Obviously, he wanted to seize the opportunity to demand an exorbitant price and ruthlessly rip him off.
At this moment, the genius merchants beside him could not help but say,
"Fellow Daoist, why are you so black-hearted at such a young age?"
"That's right! You're too black-hearted. You're a hundred times more black-hearted than us."
"That's right, fellow Daoist. Our pseudo Rank-6 divine power is only sold for 2,000 yuan. The highest is less than 3,000 yuan."