Xia Feng clicked his tongue lightly, knowing this person wouldn't act without something in return.
"What's the price?"
He touched the Storage Ring on his finger, not directly handing over a Divine Crystal, but instead asked a question.
After all, in a place like this, it's wise not to reveal one's wealth.
If he casually gave away an Upper Grade Divine Crystal, he suspected he might easily be seen as an easy target.
By the time he entered the Secret Realm, who knew if those people were after the inheritance or if they'd treat him like a treasure chest.
The smile on the face of the loose cultivator opposite him faded slightly, as if evaluating Xia Feng.
"Hey, little brother, my name is Tang Yunqi. It should cost a Middle Grade Divine Crystal, but I see we are fated today, so only—"
Before he could finish, Xia Feng had already pulled a Middle Grade Divine Crystal from the ring and tossed it over.
