“This is carved from a gem, Mr. Chance. How can it possibly move?” asked Cloud.
“Yeah, this is a fake. The watch hand won’t move,” added Dalton.
“Are your eyes okay, Master? Or are you having a fever?” Feenix gently pressed her delicate hand on Jared’s forehead. “You’re not…”
Jared was certain his eyes weren’t playing tricks on him. However, no matter what he did, the watch remained absolutely still.
“My friend, if you don’t plan to buy the watch, please put it back down,” said the furry man.
“I’ll buy it.” Jared turned to Cloud. “Give him the spirit coins.”
“Mr. Chance, this is just an ordinary emerald sculpture. It’s not worth the price. Don’t be fooled,” Cloud said.
“People sometimes sell fake products here. You should examine it closely,” Rosetta piped up. She harbored a fear that if Igor discovered Jared had been duped, she and Dalton would be on the receiving end of his reprimand.
After all, they were supposed to be looking after Jared in the Demonic Cultivators’ territory, and they would be failing their task if Jared was duped.
“No worries. It’s still worth one hundred thousand spirit coins.” Jared smiled. While he wasn’t sure what the deal with that watch was, he had a feeling that there was more than meets the eye.
He wished to purchase it first before studying it slowly. Just as Cloud was about to hand over the money, someone exclaimed, “I want that watch!”
A few young Demonic Cultivators ambled toward the stall. There was a scar on the forehead of the leader.
“What are you doing here, Dimas?” Dalton frowned.
“What, are only the people from Blood Spirit Valley allowed to be here? I don’t think we from Bloodroot Peak are forbidden to visit,” Dimas Batista sneered.
Dalton shot a cold glance at Dimas wordlessly. Meanwhile, the latter was staring at Rosetta with a grin. “Is there something here that catches your eye? If you like it, I’ll buy it for you.”
Rosetta rolled her eyes at Dimas and remained quiet. Despite Rosetta’s attitude, Dimas wasn’t angry. Instead, he turned to the stall owner. “I want that stupid watch. It’s only a hundred thousand spirit coins, right?”
Just as he ended his sentence, he tossed the spirit coins toward the furry man and attempted to snatch the watch from Jared’s hand.
Jared withdrew his hand.
“I already bought this watch.” Jared gazed at Dimas in displeasure. Dimas was stunned for a moment before sneering, “You bought it? Have you given him the money? To think a puny human cultivator like yourself has the gall to snatch my stuff. Are you tired of living?”
Dimas was scaring Jared because they were on Demonia Mountain, where Demonic Cultivators reigned supreme.
If they were outside of Demonia Mountain, Dimas would probably be so frightened that he’d hide his aura.
“This is Mr. Chance, Dimas. You best mind your words, or you’ll be in trouble,” reminded Dalton.
Dalton was well aware that Jared was powerful enough to take down Dimas.
Upon hearing that, Dimas laughed. “Do you have a loose screw in your head, Dalton? Based on his aura, I bet he only recently became a Tribulator cultivator. Besides, we’re on Demonia Mountain. Why are you afraid of a human cultivator like him? You bring shame to Blood Spirit Valley and your people. Not just that, you’re a disgrace to all demons!”
In Dimas’ opinion, Jared was but a puny cultivator who had only recently reached Tribulator. Cloud and Feenix were only Body Fusion Realm cultivators, so he wasn’t afraid of them.
