Ye Chen thought about it. One hundred thousand Gold Soul Coins was nothing to him. If that carving knife appeared at the Auction House in Mingdu, the Sun Moon Empire, it could easily fetch hundreds of millions, or even billions, of Gold Soul Coins. But if he could spend less, why be a sucker?
Ye Chen pondered for a moment and silently observed the stall owner. He was an old man who appeared to be over sixty. Though disheveled and dressed in a shabby, loose gray coat, the pride in his expression did not seem feigned.
A person like this had either once held a high position before being cast down into obscurity for some unknown reason, or he was simply an old fool throwing his weight around without ever receiving society's beating.
The key was that the man had no distinctive items on him, so it was difficult to make a definite judgment at first glance.
Just as Ye Chen was about to say something else and probe for information, the old man suddenly raised his head and looked him over. The corners of his mouth lifted slightly as he said, "I know you. Ye Chen, a genius student cultivated by Shrek Academy. Only fifteen years old, yet both your talent and strength rank among the very best of the younger generation. Two years ago, under extremely difficult circumstances, you led the Shrek Team in forcefully turning the tide, winning the tournament, and preserving Shrek's glory of ten thousand years."
Before the old man could continue, Ye Chen's heart jolted. Intense wariness surged into his eyes as he instinctively pulled Wang Dong'er behind him. Soul Power rapidly circulated through his body, locking directly onto the old man before him.
"How do you know all this?" Ye Chen asked in