The shopkeeper was dumbfounded as he looked at the pile of Spirit Stones on the table and said with difficulty:
"Fellow Daoist, there aren't that many top-grade Spirit Stones in the Treasure Talisman Pavilion.
You can get three top-grade Spirit Stones for selling talismans, and I can exchange for a maximum of two more."
In his heart, he maliciously speculated that perhaps the other party had embezzled some resources from the Sect, otherwise, how could they have accumulated so many middle-grade Spirit Stones.
The customer looked very young, clearly not the type of cultivator who had accumulated wealth over a lifetime.
Ji An scratched his head, "Alright, thanks for the help, fellow Daoist."
He counted out three hundred and fifty middle-grade Spirit Stones to push to the other person and asked in a conversational manner:
"In the past, when I sold talismans at your pavilion, I was attended to by Fellow Daoist Yinn Lingsu. How is she these days?"
