The middle-aged stall owner accepted the desert coins with a smile, and was about to hand the dagger to Feng Xi, but Ning Qi, who had been silent all this time, smiled and said, "Fifty-five desert coins."

Swish, swish, countless eyes fell on Ning Qi, and the eyes were full of surprise.

"Fellow Daoist Beixuan, forget it, don't argue with him."