While Isolde Stonebridge and Commander Damion continued their quiet exchange above, Lana's clear voice echoed across the hall below.
"Three top-grade Mahayana pills, two thousand one hundred spiritual marrows—does anyone offer a higher price?"
Her gaze swept toward the private box where Isolde sat, waiting to see if the Saintess would push once more.
Damion folded his arms and spoke calmly, his tone steady and analytical.
"This Ethan doesn't look like someone cultivated by the Azure Origin Dao Sect. He can take out so much spiritual marrow. His background may not be simple."
Then he added with a note of practicality.
"If the Saint is in urgent need of the best Mahayana Pill, you can buy one. The price is too high—it is a bit of a waste of spiritual marrow."
Isolde lifted her chin slightly and smiled.
