"Ten thousand High Grade Spiritual Stones?" The price made Ling Qianbi yell exaggeratedly, "I know the lay of the land in this Taimeng Demon Realm very well. Normally a piece of intel, ten High Grade Spiritual Stones is already decent, a hundred High Grade Spiritual Stones is sky‑high, and you're asking for ten thousand?"
Hur Kaiqi's gaze flickered for a moment. "You're not wrong. Under normal circumstances, it'd be around a hundred or so High Grade Spiritual Stones. But the intel you're asking about isn't the same.
If I'm not mistaken, you're here not just to ask about that Xuan Hu fellow's current situation, right?"
"I won't hide it from you. In this White Tiger Mountain Range, there are quite a few who know of Xuan Hu, that outsider, and quite a few who know his current situation.
But for anything further, there are only a handful who know."
It had to be said, this Hur Kaiqi did have some business sense; in just a few sentences, he hit the key points.
