"I am Huo Shijiu, the nineteenth-generation descendant of the Fire God lineage."
"These are a few of my useless disciples: Huo Lu, Huo Guy, Huo Men, and Huo Tui."
All five Fire Artisan Daoists had changed into new robes today. What surprised Zhang Yang even more was that their attitude was slightly more formal than yesterday.
"Long admired, long admired!"
Zhang Yang cupped his hands and acted just as formally, but who would have thought that the old man calling himself Huo Shijiu would continue, "By the rules of the trade, when forging a Profound Grade sword, one item out of every hundred is taken as payment. Therefore, Sect Master Zhang must pay an additional three jin and six liang of Profound Gold."
"No problem."
Zhang Yang readily agreed, then took out an entire five-hundred-jin block of Profound Gold.
This was the Ghost Duke puppet he and Auxiliary Army Heavenly Master Qian Muyun had joined forces to kill back then!
"Hiss!"
Sharp intakes of breath rang out one after another. Under the sunlight, the Profound Gold's colored radiance flowed, looking extraordinarily miraculous.
It was as if it had come alive.
A trace of undisguised greed flashed through Huo Shijiu's eyes, and then he said:
"It's actually the Demon Race's Ghost Duke. This old man misjudged it. I imagine Sect Master Zhang should still have the other half in his hands, so please forgive me for saying one more thing: Sect Master Zhang, you must be extremely careful of the Demon Race's revenge!"
"Although this Demon Race Ghost Duke only possesses strength equivalent to the Golden Core Stage, it is used by the Demon Race to intimidate and control the Ghost Race. Therefore, its value absolutely cannot be judged by its appearance. How strange. The Demon Race normally would not send