Zhu Fei finished speaking and made a move to leave.
Seeing Zhu Fei's actions, the stall owner immediately became anxious and hurriedly urged, "Fellow Daoist, please wait! If you really want this Xuantian Shield, we can still negotiate."
"Oh, what do you mean by that?"
Zhu Fei turned around, looking at the stall owner with feigned interest.
He certainly wasn't going to leave now. It was a joke; he hadn't yet obtained that umbrella, so how could he possibly leave?
His previous demeanor was merely a guise to divert attention from the umbrella. He intended to use the opportunity to purchase the Xuantian Shield to subtly coax the stall owner into handing over the umbrella.
The stall owner bit his teeth as if making a hard decision, and finally said to Zhu Fei, "Four hundred thousand High Grade Spirit Stones. Give me four hundred thousand High Grade Spirit Stones, and this Xuantian Shield is yours, how about it?"
