Although Bai Yang regretted asking for too little, the words had already left his mouth. Taking them back now would make him look utterly unreliable. Still, judging by how the old man had handed over five ninth-grade artifacts without even wincing, he must have had quite a fortune. Bai Yang decided to let it go for now. They would have plenty of time to deal with each other in the future. No need to rush...
Words alone meant nothing. Watching the old man struggle in the darkness as yet another ninth-grade artifact crumbled, Bai Yang said, "Hand over the goods first. Otherwise, I won't have the strength to take you back."
The old man chuckled bitterly to himself. Could this shameless, brazen robbery get any worse? You don't have the strength? Why not just say you haven't eaten?
When you were under someone else's roof, you had to bow your head. Though the old man wanted nothing more than to curse Bai Yang out, he still painfully tossed five ninth-grade artifacts in his direction.
To his surprise, all five artifacts were identical: five golden-red beads, each about the size of a finger. Divine light shimmered around them, and each exuded the aura of a ninth-grade magical artifact.
Bai Yang had a keen eye. At a glance, he could tell that the five beads were undoubtedly ninth-grade magical artifacts, and part of a set, though each could also be used on its own.
A set of ninth-grade artifacts might each be only at the entry level of ninth grade, but when wielded together, their power was far more than the sum of their parts.
I've struck gold, Bai Yang thought. Then his eyes narrowed. That old fox is up to no good.
He had tossed the artifacts to Bai Yang, but