"Big Brother, I've been watching this person for a long time. He stopped at many stalls, but he was mainly buying Demon Beast Essence Blood. Heh. Trying to throw people off the scent… clever, but not clever enough to escape my notice."
One of the shorter Male Cultivators sneered in a low voice.
"Right. Demon Beast Essence Blood isn't cheap. This person must be carrying a lot of Spirit Stones."
The other two nodded. The tall, sturdy Male Cultivator in the middle thought for a moment before deducing.
"Big Brother, your deductive skills are incredible! I'm impressed! That's right, I just saw him at Old Song's stall. He pulled out a big handful of Spirit Stones without even blinking—almost twenty of them!"
The short Male Cultivator laid the flattery on thick, his voice full of excitement, as if a fortune was right around the corner.
A glint of greed flashed in the tall, sturdy Male Cultivator's eyes as he said in a low voice,
