"Second Brother, listen to yourself. I saw it with my own eyes—how could it possibly be fake?" Sun Dalian was still barely able to contain his excitement, as if the Primordial Essence already belonged to him.
"Nephew Luo, is this Primordial Essence really in your hands?" Sun Datian swallowed hard. A den of foxes, all of them. It was truly rare for Sun Hanxi to be such a taciturn gourd. But given the situation, if I dared say I had none, I would probably be mobbed. So I immediately took out the Primordial Essence from before and poured it into the jade box, making it convenient for this den of foxes to "appreciate."
The barrenness of the Far Eastern Lands exceeded my imagination. Sun Datian trembled as he held the Primordial Essence, two streams of old tears falling without cease. "Heavens... Father, can you see this from beyond the grave? This is Primordial Essence—and so much of it... Back then, you searched the entire Far Eastern Lands but couldn't find a single bit. You only forged that sword into an embryonic form before you passed into immortality..."
"Big Brother, let me see it. Let me see it." Sun Dakai hurriedly reached out for the box, but Sun Datian turned around and indirectly refused him. His expression clearly said, I haven't even touched enough of it yet—what are you butting in for? Sun Dakai was left so frustrated that he nearly went mad.
Sun Dalian's face was solemn as he said, "Big Brother, Nephew Luo wants to use this to exchange for the Sky-Sinking Forged Iron in your hands and the Falling Star Hundred Refinements in Second Brother's hands."
I widened my eyes and cursed inwardly, When did I ever say that to you? However, judging by the quality of the