With the big bear's temper, he had never been urged by a group of humans with such low cultivation in his life. He immediately took out ten spirit stones and pressed his palm on the rag of the stall owner.
"I don't believe it. Your bottom line is clearly odd. Hurry up and bring me those fifty spirit stones!"
As soon as Da Xiong's hand left the spirit stones, the stall owner's long and narrow arm immediately reached over and held the ten spirit stones tightly in his arms. Then, he casually put away the small bowl and took out a large pile of stones in his hand. After shaking them for a while, he stuffed them back into the small bowl.
Da Xiong was dumbfounded as he watched the stall owner operate the bowl. In the end, when he opened the bowl, there were eight stones inside.
"Fellow Daoist, you're wrong!" The stall owner smiled sinisterly. He looked at Da Xiong as if he was looking at a silly prey. Da Xiong finally realized that he had fallen into this person's trap.