Ye Xuan's voice, like an invisible handprint, slammed hard onto Young Master Hu's face, whose originally brilliant smile suddenly stiffened and turned into an incredibly sullen expression.
"It seems this brat doesn't want to give face to Young Master Hu."
Young Master Blood Python was initially stunned, but then a murderous glint flashed in his eyes as he sneered.
"Nine hundred thousand."
Young Master Hu glared at Ye Xuan with eyes that seemed like they wanted to swallow him whole, his face extremely grim.
"One million."
Ye Xuan's expression also became solemn. A price of one million, even he couldn't produce that amount, but if he exchanged the pills on his person, and if push came to shove, he could also offer up some secret manuals of Cultivation Techniques and Martial Arts. One million Xuanyuan Pills should not be too big of a problem.
