Early the next morning, Lin En and Hal sent several telegrams to the central area, and Malin only waited five minutes before the first teleportation portal appeared right in front of him. This made Malin a bit nervous—what kind of force was on the other side, for this door to appear directly in front of him? Then a formal Mage emerged from the doorway, and Malin analyzed this guy seven times in a flash; he was still a formal Mage, and upon seeing the leopard in Malin’s arms, he blinked: "How much for this leopard?" "This leopard is not for sale, but the Lightning Mink is," Malin said, pointing to the Lightning Mink by the campfire. "I’ll take both, how much?" the young Mage replied without a second thought, taking out a pile of denomination notes. "I said, the leopard is my pet, not for sale," Malin shook his head, simultaneously wondering to himself—didn’t Tulin and Hal mention Malin’s situation when they sent the telegram? Why is this young man coming through the portal so recklessly? "My father told me, nothing in this world is priceless, so name your price," the young man proclaimed, nearly sticking his nose up to the sky: "My father is the famous Crimson Demon Sword in the central area, so you, as a wild Mage, should know your place." Malin sighed, "What’s your relationship with Tulin and Hal?" "Ha, those two guys with no foundation, aside from being my classmates, have nothing to do with me. They introduced you, Mr. Malin, saying you have a Lightning Mink, which I’ve always wanted as a pet. But I also want to buy the little leopard in your hand; my girlfriend would love the little thing." "I said, it’s really not for sale," Malin replied, taking a deep breath. "Name your price, let’s not waste each other’s..." Just as he was saying this, in the young Mage’s perception, the subway disappeared, and the ground beneath him turned into a Starry Sea. Next to him, the teleportation portal that had just opened was shattered by Malin with a flick, who sat on a crescent-shaped bench, holding a mushroom, and shook his head with a smile: "You have spirit, which is good, and you have strength too. It’s certain your father loves you very much. As soon as he sensed something was wrong, he wanted to come save you. But as you can see, his efforts failed. Now you’re like a fish struggling on the chopping board in my eyes, your true portrayal is living out of water... I said, the leopard is not for sale. Do you still want to buy it?" "No, no!" This time, faced with overwhelming force, the young man grasped his survival instincts. "That’s more like it. The price for the Lightning Mink is 150,000," Malin said, retracting his domain. The Starry Sea vanished, and the subway once again became recognizable to the naked eye. Malin sat there, watching the teleportation portal open, and the middle-aged man, filled with dread, dashed out of the portal—oh, after breaking the teleportation channel just now, Malin had given the old father a coordinate on the outskirts of Mark City. It looks like the kid didn’t encounter any demons or devils circling around the city, lucky for him. As a businessperson, thinking of this made Malin smile: "A guest from afar, the Lightning Mink is 150,000. Want to buy it?" "Buy it!" the middle-aged man shouted, answering Malin, then turned and gave his son a loud slap. At this moment, the elegant Mage gentleman looked somewhat exasperated.