Allen answered. The light screen re-formed, and Victor's face appeared.
The heir to the Tieyan Clan was not his usual self. His short, golden hair was somewhat disheveled, but his eyes were frighteningly bright, burning with a fanatical zeal.
His first words hit like a hammer.
"Allen, if you want to become a true powerhouse, that half-plane fragment—you have to buy it, no matter what!"
"What would I buy that for?" Allen was already numb after seeing so many exorbitantly priced materials. "Besides, I can't even afford the smallest piece. Thirty million Magic Stones? Do you think my Golems just dig up finished High-Tier Magic Stones in the desert?"
Victor lunged toward the screen, his breathing heavy. "You don't get it at all! This isn't about money!"
He took a deep breath, as if forcibly suppressing the storm of emotions inside him.
