"Four hundred?!" Upon hearing this price, Li Huowang's pupils shrank ever so slightly. He didn't even need to look at his gourd—he knew there was no way he had that much inside.
"Don't complain about it being expensive. This is top-notch stuff from a thousand years ago, in the Da Qi Era. Where are you going to find a high monk who can actually produce Shariputra sitting in meditation these days?"
Li Huowang wasn't complaining about the price; the truth was, he simply didn't have enough. He'd been busy dealing with Huan Jue—it was impossible to even remember to earn Yangshou Pills.
"How much for the Dharma Eye before?" As long as Bai Lingmiao could see, Li Huowang didn't give a damn if she ended up looking uglier.
"Five hundred." The eunuch's words completely crushed any thought Li Huowang had of using a cheaper magic artifact instead. He hadn't expected the Dharma Eye to be even pricier than the Shariputra.
