The crowd was indignant, thinking that the mysterious woman was demanding an exorbitant price.

Does she think our clan is easy to bully?!

There was nothing praiseworthy about the wimpy black dog except for its shiny and silky fur. Ever since it appeared, it had done nothing but prostrate as if wanting to tuck its head into the ground.

How is this kind of coward worth ten Ancestral Divine Bamboo sections?

If Saint Xuetu could read their minds, he might just vomit blood in rage. It would be intolerable for someone like him to be regarded as a coward!

“My fellow cultivator, our Black Nightmare Sky Dog Clan has tens of thousands of descendants. You can’t just casually grab one and demand ten Ancestral Divine Bamboos for him. Isn’t that just…a bit too much?” said Saint Xuexing slowly. Although the old man looked to be in the waning years of his life, he possessed an air of majesty.

“So you’re saying that this dog is not worth the price?” asked the mysterious woman.

“He’s not worth it at all,” replied Saint Xuexing. “At most…three sections of Ancestral Divine Bamboo, and this price is already out of respect for you....