"This..."
After hearing Hun Xiu's words, Jing Tian was completely stunned. He wanted to buy the Demon Suppressing Sword in his hand for one wen? Was he serious? One wen?
Earlier, some genius had offered two wen, and he still had not sold it. Yet Hun Xiu wanted to take the Demon Suppressing Sword from him for one wen.
Impossible! Absolutely impossible!
He was dreaming if he thought that was possible.
Of course.
Those words.
Those thoughts.
Jing Tian could only grumble about them inwardly. This was Tang Family Fortress, after all. On someone else's turf, he did not dare act too recklessly!
An awkward smile appeared on Jing Tian's face as he said, "Brother Hun Xiu, you really know how to joke."
"The materials alone are worth more than one wen."
One wen.
It would not even buy the scraps from this sword, let alone the Demon Suppressing Sword itself.
"Oh!"
Upon hearing that, Hun Xiu gave a bland "oh," then looked at Jing Tian and held up two fingers. "Then how about two wen? Sell it to me?"
Jing Tian: "...????"
After hearing Hun Xiu's words, Jing Tian's head began to buzz faintly, and the awkward smile on his face froze.
Two wen? Was he trying to fob off a beggar with two wen? Where had this idiot come from? The Demon Suppressing Sword—its craftsmanship, its materials—and he was offering two wen? Who was he looking down on? Jing Tian gradually came to his senses, the corner of his mouth twitching.
In Jing Tian's eyes, he had come to the wrong place. There was no way anyone could buy the Demon Suppressing Sword for two wen.
Sigh...
Jing Tian sighed inwardly. Another guy with no eye for quality!
Of course.
Those words.
Jing Tian could only complain