C1233 There Was a Hand Bone of Sage among the Protoliths

The associates of Young Master Li scoffed and turned away, resuming their conversation.

"Young Master, please make your payment first—two billion low-grade spirit stones," the Supervisor attending to Young Master Li said to Zhang Xing with a beaming smile.

Young Master Li paid no mind to these individuals, but he couldn't afford to ignore them.

Customers were akin to deities here