C279 Xia Xiyue

Chu Lin cast a fleeting glance and quickly looked away. There was no sense in gawking at a girl on the street.

Uncle Jin exhaled a weary sigh, counted out 170 coins, and tossed them to Chu Lin, shaking his head as he spoke, "Miss, your heart's just too tender."

Even the finest low-grade Beast Core was worth merely two or three coins. The ones before him were certainly overpriced