Unexpectedly, Qi Xiu quickly took advantage of me, and the Flying Immortal Pot's Spirit was first stunned, then fell into silence.
After a moment, it slowly spoke:
"How about... five hundred years?"
"At least three thousand!"
"Six hundred!"
"Three thousand one!"
"Hey, you kid, who bargains by increasing the price!"
Shocked by Qi Xiu's style of increasing bargaining, the Flying Immortal Pot's Spirit protested urgently.
"In this Great Thousand Flowering Worlds, among the various spiritual herbs and stones, hasn't the old sir been self-sealed for so many years and now wants to refine an esteemed masterpiece?"
With a casual remark, Qi Xiu raised the corner of his mouth, causing the Flying Immortal Pot's Spirit's expression to change.
