Bok Taejin touched the few copper coins he had in his pocket and sighed.
He heard people whispering that the girl was probably only eight or nine years old. At that age, to be sold off as a bride?
He just couldn't accept it.
But he couldn't afford to buy her either. What could he do?
Just as he was about to squeeze his way out of the crowd, the glowing point between his brows stirred again and a voice urgently rang out.
"Hurry up, buy her! Kid, you need to buy her right now! She's an incredibly rare pure yang female body! Pair that with the right cultivation method, and her cultivation speed will be unmatched!"
"Pure yang? Ancestor, are you sure? Shouldn't it be pure yin?"
Someone in the crowd raised the price—two gold and 4 silver.
The glowing point grew even more anxious and sneered coldly. "Would I get that wrong?! What's so special about pure yin? Pure yang is what's truly rare!"
