"Four hundred?!" Hearing this price, Li Huowang's pupils contracted slightly. He didn't even need to check his Gourd to know he definitely didn't have that many.
"Don't think it's expensive. This is a treasure from the Da Qi Era, a thousand years ago! There aren't any high monks these days who can leave behind Shariputra when they pass away."
Li Huowang truly wasn't complaining about the price; he simply didn't have that much. He had been so busy dealing with the Huan Jue that he hadn't even thought about earning Yangshou Pills.
"How much for the Dharma Eye from before?" As long as Bai Lingmiao could see, Li Huowang didn't care if she ended up looking ugly.
"Five hundred." The eunuch's answer completely extinguished Li Huowang's hope of substituting a cheaper Magic Artifact. He hadn't expected the Dharma Eye to be even pricier than the Shariputra.
He had figured it out by now: in this world, no one was more black-hearted than the Astrological Bureau.
