"Twenty thousand. This young master will take it."
The clear voice carried an undeniable arrogance, cutting through the market's commotion like a sharp sword. Ling Xiao turned his head to see a young man in a moon-white brocade robe walking over slowly. A pristine white sword hung at the man's waist, its scabbard inlaid with seven stellar gemstones that gleamed coldly with every step.
The stall-keeper's hand trembled, and the Spirit Stones he had just counted halfway through scattered with a rattle. "Th... This young master, this black iron has already..."
Chapter 515