After Mason went out, the middle-aged man was already waiting there. Seeing Mason come out, his eyes brightened, as did a middle-aged fat man dressed in gorgeous silk.
"Taoist friend, how is it?" The middle-aged man saw Mason coming out and looked forward to it.
"Well, it's all right, thank you very much!" Mason's light road.
"Ha ha, this is our duty, little brother, I don't know if you still have the fourth-order spirit beast core? As long as you make a price, the small Vientiane Pavilion will try its best to meet your needs!" Dressed in a luxurious man's mellow smile, the smile on his face gives people a sense of friendship.
Mason shook his head and said, "I only have one!"
The luxurious man flashed a touch of disappointment deep in his eyes, but the smile on his face did not decrease at all. He took out a golden slap-sized token and said: