Just then, another voice rang out. "As far as I know, Wuchenzi died of grief after failing to refine a weapon. If my guess is right, what he was forging back then was this very Thousand Illusions Heavy Thunder Sword. In other words, your Thousand Illusions Heavy Thunder Sword is defective."
The speaker was a middle-aged man in a yellow robe, with a dignified bearing. As soon as he finished speaking, the crowd erupted once more.
"Mr. Sun, is that really true? But this man demonstrated the power of the Thousand Illusions Heavy Thunder Sword, and it was extraordinary."
"Yes, Mr. Sun. Could the information be wrong?"
"Don't talk nonsense. What sort of person is Mr. Sun? He commands the council's intelligence force. What information in this world could possibly be hidden from him?"
"..."
The middle-aged man in the yellow robe cupped his hands to the crowd, then pressed one hand down to quiet the commotion. He fixed his gaze on the cloaked man on the high platform. "Sun has just taken up a seat on the council, and it is my duty to be responsible to all our guests. I don't mean to undermine you. Even if this Thousand Illusions Heavy Thunder Sword is defective, it remains a precious treasure. Why not speak honestly? I expect it could still fetch a high price."
By exposing the oddity of the cloaked man's Thousand Illusions Heavy Thunder Sword, Sun's real aim was to protect the trading center's reputation, not to stop the sale. Without transactions, where would the commissions come from?
The cloaked man said in a low voice, "Mr. Sun is right. My master died after exhausting his life force forging this sword. There was indeed a problem in the final stage of its refinement. The sword was originally