A bunch of trash! I really cannot be bothered by you!” Jun Mo Xie snorted in disdain before patting his ass and continuing, “Even, I, your father’s fart is more valuable than the words that you spoke. The silver you have, cannot even be compared to the amount of maggots in shit, now can it?”
In an extremely arrogant manner, Jun Mo Xie turned to towards the public, showing that their pair had no need to spend additional money before shouting, “Who else wants this herb? You are all welcome to try, come on!” Then with a snap of his fingers added, “But be ready to bring out several million taels of silver.”
People in the Hall pretended as if they heard nothing and turned a deaf ear to Jun Mo Xie’s provocations. Millions to buy a herb? This is just simply asking to be robbed! Which normal sane headed person would do such a stupid thing?
Two parts of huge spiritual pressure descended upon Jun Mo Xie from an unknown location abruptly; Jun Mo Xie showed a snowy white complexion and he started running his mental power at full force. Jun Mo Xie was quite cunning and he understood what was going on. He started to shiver a bit before shouting, “It feels terrible, why is it so cold here?” The spiritual pressure that were overlooking him, checked him out thoroughly and upon not finding anything amiss, they instantly disappeared.
Jun Mo Xie sneered at the two in his heart, For you two Uncles to hope to grasp anything from me, you guys are nothing but mere circus performers in my eyes!