Zeng Shuheng's expression froze; he hadn't anticipated his opponent's decisiveness!

His divine sense swept over the storage bag, finding its contents nearly identical to what had been described.

The value of the spirit herbs alone was around 250,000 spirit stones, yet they were now being offered for just 200,000.

A glint of cunning flashed in Zeng Shuheng's eyes as he sneered, "Ye Tianying! I demanded a million spirit stones, not this pile of junk."