Ye Chen thought it over. One hundred thousand Gold Soul Coins meant nothing to him. If that carving knife appeared at an Auction House in Mingdu, Sun Moon Empire, it could easily fetch hundreds of millions, perhaps even billions, of Gold Soul Coins. But if he could spend less, why be such a sucker?
Ye Chen pondered for a moment and silently observed the stall owner. He was an old man who looked to be over sixty. Though disheveled and dressed in a shabby, oversized gray coat, the pride in his expression did not seem feigned.
A person like that had either once held a high position before being cast down for some unknown reason, or he was simply an old fool throwing his weight around without ever receiving a proper beating from society.
The key was that there was nothing distinctive on him. At first glance, it was truly difficult to make a definite judgment.
Just as Ye Chen was about to say something more and probe for information, the old man suddenly raised his head and examined him. The corners of his lips lifted slightly. "I know you. Ye Chen, a genius student raised by Shrek Academy. Only fifteen years old, yet both your talent and strength stand at the very peak of your 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 that had endured for ten thousand years."
Before the old man could continue, Ye Chen's heart jolted. Intense vigilance surged into his eyes as he instinctively pulled Wang Dong'er behind him. Soul Power rapidly circulated through his body, directly locking onto the old man before him.
"How do you know all this?" Ye Chen asked in a low voice.