Well, it was normal. At least, in the Dimensional Convenience Store.
But in a regular pavilion like this, crystals were hardly ever used - unless the robes offered some kind of defensive formation or special enhancement.
The kind with spiritual thread woven in, or reinforced by beast hide, things meant for battle or important ceremonies.
Otherwise, coins were the standard.
After all, crystals were a direct resource used in cultivation.
A pure, condensed form of spiritual qi. Most cultivators hoarded them like precious lifelines, counting every piece as a step closer to a breakthrough.
Burning them on clothes? That was practically sinful in the eyes of most cultivators.
Which was why, as Huo Ming silently eyed the payment again, he came to a conclusion.
'He must be some inner disciple from a hidden sect… probably from a faraway land.'
'That attire isn't seen anywhere in this region.'
