Hearing the Monk's words, the Martial Artist was on the verge of tears. What kind of Monk was this? He was a complete thug! Refusing Gold Coins and demanding Primordial Stones—this was simply insatiable greed.
"I don't have any! I only have ten Gold Coins. Take them or leave it." Hearing the Monk's demand, the man flew into a rage, jumping to his feet and glaring at the pair.
'Primordial Stones? Even a single Broken Primordial Stone is worth hundreds of Gold Coins! These two jokers pull out a couple of useless trinkets and demand Primordial Stones? If it were that easy, wouldn't every Martial Artist be rich?'
The man glared furiously, but the Monk and Daoist maintained their benevolent expressions, showing not a single trace of greed. Judging by their appearance, they truly possessed the aura of enlightened masters.
"Amitabha. Benefactor, you are mistaken. This Primordial Stone is not for me, but for your own fortune and longevity," the Monk said with great solemnity.
